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, 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 people
Say what, throw hands 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 don't

To my niggas in the street, ya stop
To my niggas money, say what
your hands in the air
Ya stop

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

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

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

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

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

Twist your
With two from a shottie pow
wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant you)
Shinin' and too much
(Naw, they cross you)

Light on my
Left him ten
from his heat
Play it

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

eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call
Flipmode battle for
All my be high priced

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

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

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

And till do us
If the wanna 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 by astro red cross and blue shields
us make 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 runnin'
Now I'm on a
It you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want call my attorney
All that other wack shit concern me

I'm felt
I got a title my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm 'bout my and myself

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

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 don't

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

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

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

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

God be my
Long as I walk globe
I be spittin' verses
Than the 'Book of

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

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

Or analyzing my whole
In
Roll with my squad or go

I ain't into who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water
extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister

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

Put your hand on my
Flipmode number one on the
Solo or
My perspective the
Is to win

All due to my squad one in the same
Cherish blessing
I have to make y'all my name
another calorie

Come my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a
Bust your bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

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

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

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