Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas want
it take it to the streets
Y'all gon' chill
we sit down and we build

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

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

We stage wreckers, fifty two car
to the world till the law come and get us
You fellas
I'm holes in vendettas

Twist body
With two shells a shottie pow
Niggas get me touched
(Naw, they touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too
(Naw, they cross you)

on my toes
Left him ten
Part from his
Play it

The truth speaks through poetry
For me to shot
Cock my life
Add a spice

Devil eyes rise on dice
Have fam call Christ
Flipmode for mics
All my be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's
two keys in two weeks
And gross g's

Report me and shortly
Slouch cat off calibil breeze
You wanna get
Better grip on tight, take the flight
We got it locked on the next

it out
I got the eye of a
plan to go higher
My is on fire

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

I'm the one to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by red cross and blue shields
us make a move
Catch us on smokin'

house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the
(Dozen)

Keep a runnin'
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light years to me
(Burn me)
If you beef call my attorney
All that other wack don't concern me

I'm being
I got a under my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm 'bout my and myself

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

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

To my niggas in the street, ya stop
To my gettin' money, say what
Throw hands in the air
Ya stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my brothers
ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my clique
Bitches that I with

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

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

God be my
Long as I this globe
I be more verses
Than the of Job'

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

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

Or analyzing my molecular
In
Roll with my squad or go

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

Never mistake me for else
Another make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always the art
Rip you

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

All due to my squad one in the same
Cherish blessing
I have to make witness my name
Burn another

Come inside my
Put your money where mouth is double your salary
Hey you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit in a Honda Prelude

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

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

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

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

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