Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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

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

[baby
Niggas get me touched
(naw cant touch you)
Shinin and too much
(naw can't cross you)
on my toes
Left him ten
Part his heat
it softly
The truth speaks through poetry
For me to shot
Cock my life
Add a little
Devil eyes snake rise on
your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for
All my shit be high
I'm dikes
me
Liftin thugs out they crease it's
two keys in two weeks
And forty g's
me
And live
Slouch cat livin off breeze
You get involved
Better on tight
Take the next
We got it locked on the bike

it out
I got the eye of a
That's to go higher
My squad is on
And death do us
If the label sue us
Yo I'm taking the
I'm the man with the gat that be to peel
I'm the one next to when it's time to ill
show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us a move
Catch us on groove
Rules of blues
Mtv
On the bus with my flipmode (loco)
flicks
Hittin by the dozen (dozen)
a shot runnin
Now I'm on a
It take you light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want call my attorney
All that other wack don't concern me
I'm felt
I got a under my belt
I'm out to get the
I'm bout my squad and

[rah
Uhh
Comin for all my flipmode brothers
Stats ratin then that of single mothers
Peace to my clique
that I bounce with
Everybody get the gas like auschwitz
Like, flows for real a rap bitch should
Type niggas out like they packaged goods
wanna contest
They
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

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

Yo your shit sound wack annoying us
We alive nigga 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 so get your water sprinkler
extinguisher
Rhyme minister
C'mon!
mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you on yourself
I hope all know that I always master the art
Rip you
Put your hand on my
number one on the charts
Solo or
My the objective
Is to win
All due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to make y'all my name
Burn calorie
Come inside my
Put money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude on a aquelude
Bust shit bouncin in a honda prelude
g off
Nigga off
I you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip jeans off