Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya don't stop to my in the front
Ya don't stop to my 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 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 stop

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

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

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

My squad here
Unit of the
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
Reppin' to the world the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm holes in vendettas

Twist body
With two from a shottie pow
wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant you)
Shinin' and too much
(Naw, they can't you)

on my toes
Left him ten
from his heat
Play it

The truth speaks this poetry
For me to shot
Cock block my
Add a little

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the one next to Spliff when time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and shields
Watch us make a
Catch us on groove

Rules house of blues, MTV
On the bus with my Flipmode
(Loco)
flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

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

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

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

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

Ya don't to my people down south
Ya stop to my people out west
Say what, throw hands 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 don't

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode
Stats higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my clique
that 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 underground like H.
What, I'm the bitch
Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my
as I walk this globe
I be more verses
the 'Book of Job'

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

Yo your shit sound still annoying us
We nigga ain't no destroying us
You off if you come join with us

Or analyzing my molecular
In
Roll with my or go singular

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

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

Put your 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
Cherish blessing
I have to make y'all my name
Burn calorie

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

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

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

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

Ya don't stop to my people south
Ya don't stop to my 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 niggas gettin' money, say
your hands in the air
Ya stop