Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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

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Uh, off the bat
My squad is across the map
y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
Y'all niggas want
Fuck it it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon
Then we sit down and we
My squad here
of the year
We settin up shop and we going nowhere
We it all
Even if we gotta for it
We it all
if you gotta fall for it
We wreckers
car deckers
Reppin to the till the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm puttin holes in
Twist your
With two shells a shottie pow!

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Niggas get me touched
(naw cant touch you)
Shinin and flossin too
(naw they cross you)
Light on my
Left him ten
Part from his
it softly
The truth speaks through poetry
For me to call
Cock block my
Add a little
Devil eyes rise on dice
Have fam call christ
Flipmode for mics
All my shit be priced
I'm dikes
me
Liftin out they crease it's quickly
two keys in two weeks
And forty g's
me
And shortly
Slouch cat 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
That's to go higher
My is on fire
And death do us
If the wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the
I'm the man with the gat that be to peel
I'm the one next to spliff when time to ill
I'ma show by astro red and blue shields
Watch us a move
Catch us on smokin
Rules of blues
Mtv
On the bus with my loco (loco)
Takin
Hittin chicks by the (dozen)
Keep a shot
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light to burn me (burn me)
If you want call my attorney
All that other shit don't concern me
I'm felt
I got a under my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm bout my and myself

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

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

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

Yo your shit sound wack annoying us
We alive nigga no destroying us
You better off if you come join us

Or analyzing my whole
In
Roll my squad or go singular
I into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire
prime minister
C'mon!
Never me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on
I hope all y'all know that I always the art
Rip you
Put your hand on my
Flipmode one on the charts
Solo or
My the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my one in the same
every blessing I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn calorie
Come my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double salary
Hey you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust shit bouncin in a honda prelude
g off
Nigga off
I make you off
Brickfull make you rip your off