Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya don't
To my in the front
Ya don't
To my people in the
Say
your hands in the air
Ya don't
To my people on the
Ya stop
To my on the right
Ya stop
To my people
Say
your hands in the air
Ya stop
To my in new york
Ya don't
To my down south
Ya stop
To my people out
Say
Throw hands in the air
To my hip hop
Ya don't
To my in the street
Ya don't
To my niggas money
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya don't

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Uh, off the bat
My is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then we you love back
Y'all niggas beef
it take it to the streets
Y'all gon chill
Then we sit and we build
My squad here
of the year
We settin up shop and we ain't nowhere
We it all
Even if we gotta for it
We it all
Even if you fall for it
We stage
car deckers
Reppin to the world the law come and get us
You fellas
I'm puttin in vendettas
your body
With two from a shottie pow!

[baby
wanna get me touched
(naw cant touch you)
and flossin too much
(naw they can't you)
Light on my
him ten feet
Part from his
it softly
The truth speaks this poetry
For me to call
Cock block my
Add a spice
eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam christ
Flipmode battle for
All my shit be priced
I'm dikes
me
Liftin out they crease it's quickly
Shift two in two weeks
And forty g's
me
And shortly
Slouch cat livin off breeze
You wanna get
grip on tight
Take the flight
We got it on the next bike

it out
I got the eye of a
That's plan to go
My is on fire
And death do us
If the label sue us
Yo I'm the reels
I'm the man the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to when it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue
Watch us make a
us on smokin groove
Rules house of
Mtv
On the bus with my flipmode (loco)
Takin
chicks by the dozen (dozen)
Keep a runnin
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light to burn me (burn me)
If you want call my attorney
All other wack shit don't concern me
I'm being
I got a title my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm bout my and myself

[rah
Uhh
correct for all my flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then of single mothers
to my outz clique
Bitches that I bounce
Everybody else get the gas auschwitz
Like, flows for like a rap bitch should
takin niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers contest
buggin
Straight up and down we run the underground h. tubman
What, I'm the bomb
rah
got rah
God be my

Long as I walk this
I be more verses than the book of job

[busta
Why are you us
into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be us
My rhyme flow poisonous

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

Or analyzing my whole
In
Roll with my or go singular
I ain't bitches who fuck animals like caligula
hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire
Rhyme prime
C'mon!
mistake 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
Flipmode number one on the
or collective
My the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my one in the same
Cherish blessing I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another
Come inside my
Put your money where mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we rude high on a aquelude
Bust your bouncin in a honda prelude
g off
Nigga off
I you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip jeans off