Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya don't stop to my in the front
Ya stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya don't stop to my on the left

Ya don't to my people on the right
Ya stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down
Ya don't stop to my people out
Say what, throw your in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't

To my in the street, ya don't stop
To my gettin' money, say what
Throw your in the air
Ya don't

Uh, off the bat
My is known across the map
When y'all niggas show
Then we show you love

Y'all niggas beef
it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas chill
Then we sit down and we

My squad finally
of the year
We settin' up
And we going nowhere

We it all
if we gotta brawl for it
We it all
Even if you gotta for it

We stage wreckers, two car deckers
Reppin' to the world the law come and get us
You fellas
I'm puttin' in vendettas

Twist body
With two from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me
(Naw, they touch you)
Shinin' and too much
(Naw, they cross you)

Light on my
him ten feet
Part from his
Play it

The truth speaks through poetry
For me to shot
block my life
Add a little

eyes snake rise on dice
Have fam call Christ
Flipmode for mics
All my shit be priced

I'm dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease quickly
Shift two in two weeks
And forty g's

me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil
You get involved
Better grip on tight, the next flight
We got it on the next bike

it out
I got the eye of a
That's to go higher
My squad is on

And death do us
If the wanna sue us
Yo I'm the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be to peel

I'm the one to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us a move
us on smokin' groove

Rules of blues, MTV news
On the bus my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my
All other wack shit don't concern me

I'm felt
I got a under my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm 'bout my squad and

Ya don't to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my in the rear
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the

Ya don't to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my everywhere
Say what, your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New

Ya don't stop to my people south
Ya don't to my people out west
Say what, throw your in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't

To my in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say
Throw your in the air
Ya stop

Uhh, comin' for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then of single mothers
Peace to my Outz
Bitches I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch
takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers contest

They buggin', up and down
We run the like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bitch
Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my
Long as I this globe
I be spittin' more
the 'Book of Job'

Why are you us
Running into and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be us
My rhyme remain poisonous

Yo your shit wack still annoying us
We alive ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join us

Or my whole molecular
In
Roll my squad or go singular

I into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, minister

Never me for nobody else
blast make you shit on yourself
I all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you

Put your hand on my
Flipmode one on the charts
Solo or
My the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the
every blessing
I have to make witness my name
another calorie

Come my galaxy
Put your where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Prelude

G off
Nigga off
I make you off
Brickfull you rip your jeans off

Ya stop to my people in the front
Ya don't to my people in the rear
Say what, throw hands in the air
Ya stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the
Ya don't stop to my everywhere
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New

Ya don't stop to my people down
Ya don't stop to my out west
Say what, your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't

To my niggas in the street, ya don't
To my gettin' money, say what
your hands in the air
Ya don't