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, 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, your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New

Ya stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out
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 money, say what
Throw your in the air
Ya don't

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

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

My finally here
of the year
We up shop
And we ain't going

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

We stage wreckers, fifty two car
Reppin' to the till the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm puttin' in vendettas

Twist your
two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me
(Naw, cant touch you)
and flossin' too much
(Naw, they cross you)

on my toes
Left him ten
from his heat
Play it

The truth speaks this poetry
For me to call
Cock my life
Add a little

Devil eyes rise on dice
Have your fam Christ
Flipmode for mics
All my shit be priced

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

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

it out
I got the eye of a
That's plan to go
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 a move
Catch us on smokin'

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

Keep a shot
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light years to me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my
All that other wack 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 stop to my people in the
Ya stop to my people in the rear
Say what, your hands in the air
Ya stop to my people on the left

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

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

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

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

God be my
as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more
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 shit sound wack annoying us
We nigga ain't no destroying us
You off if you come join with us

Or my whole molecular
In
Roll my squad or go singular

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

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

Put hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the
or collective
My perspective the
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the
Cherish blessing
I have to make y'all witness my
Burn calorie

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

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

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

Ya stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out
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 money, say what
your hands in the air
Ya don't