Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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

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

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 stop

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

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

Y'all niggas want
Fuck it it to the streets
Y'all niggas 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
Reppin' to the world the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm holes in vendettas

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

on my toes
Left him ten
Part his heat
it softly

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

Devil eyes rise on dice
your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for
All my shit be high

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

Report me and shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil
You get involved
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 wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's to ill
I'm a by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us a move
Catch us on smokin'

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

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

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

Ya don't stop to my in the front
Ya don't 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 stop 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 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 stop
To my gettin' money, say what
Throw your in the air
Ya stop

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

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

buggin', straight up and down
We run the like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb
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 flow remain

Yo your sound 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 like caligula
More hot shit so get water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, minister

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

Put your on my heart
Flipmode number one on the
Solo or
My the objective
Is to win

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

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

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

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

Ya don't stop to my on the right
Ya don't stop to my everywhere
Say what, throw your 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 don't

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