Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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

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

Ya don't stop to my people south
Ya don't to my people out west
Say what, throw 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
your hands in the air
Ya stop

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

niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the
niggas gon' chill
Then we sit and we build

My squad here
of the year
We settin' up
And we ain't going

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

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

Twist your
With two shells from a pow
wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant you)
and flossin' too much
(Naw, can't cross you)

Light on my
Left him ten
Part from his
Play it

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

Devil snake rise on dice
your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for
All my be high priced

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

Report me and live
Slouch cat livin' off calibil
You get involved
grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next

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

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

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue
us make a move
Catch us on groove

Rules of blues, MTV news
On the bus my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(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 shit don't concern me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God be my
as I walk this globe
I be spittin' verses
Than the of Job'

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

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

Or analyzing my whole
In
Roll with my or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals caligula
More hot shit so get your sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime

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

Put hand on my heart
number one on the charts
Solo or
My perspective the
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the
every blessing
I have to y'all witness my name
Burn another

inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude 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 in the front
Ya stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the

Ya don't stop to my people on the
Ya don't to my people 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 don't to my people out west
Say what, your hands 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 hands in the air
Ya stop