Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya don't
To my in the front
Ya stop
To my in the rear
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya don't
To my people on the
Ya don't
To my people on the
Ya don't
To my everywhere
Say
Throw hands in the air
Ya stop
To my people in new
Ya don't
To my down south
Ya stop
To my out west
Say
your hands in the air
To my hip hop
Ya don't
To my in the street
Ya stop
To my gettin money
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya don't

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

[baby
Niggas wanna get me
(naw they cant you)
Shinin and flossin too
(naw they cross you)
on my toes
Left him ten
from his heat
Play it
The truth through this poetry
For me to call
block my life
Add a spice
eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam christ
Flipmode for mics
All my be high priced
I'm dikes
me
Liftin thugs out they crease quickly
two keys in two weeks
And gross g's
me
And shortly
cat livin off calibil breeze
You get involved
Better grip on
Take the next
We got it locked on the bike

it out
I got the eye of a
plan to go higher
My squad is on
And death 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 when it's time to ill
I'ma by astro red cross and blue shields
us make a move
Catch us on smokin
house of blues
Mtv
On the bus with my loco (loco)
Takin
Hittin by the dozen (dozen)
a shot runnin
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my
All that other wack shit don't me
I'm felt
I got a title under my
I'm out to get the
I'm my squad and myself

[rah
Uhh
Comin for all my flipmode brothers
Stats higher then that of single mothers
to my outz 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
buggin
Straight up and down we run the underground h. tubman
What, I'm the bitch
rah
got rah
God be my

Long as I walk globe
I be spittin more verses than the of job

rhymes]
Why are you us
Running hiding and avoiding us
on the low be recording us
My flow remain poisonous

Yo your shit sound wack annoying us
We alive ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join us

Or analyzing my molecular
In
Roll my squad or go singular
I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like
More hot so get your water sprinkler
Fire
Rhyme minister
C'mon!
Never me for nobody else
blast make you shit on yourself
I all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you
Put your hand on my
Flipmode number one on the
Solo or
My the objective
Is to win
All due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to y'all witness my name
Burn calorie
Come inside my
Put your money where your 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 you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip jeans off