Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other here real as my dude
He used to throw money like (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a
my nigga comes home
We gon' til six in the mon'
When my nigga home
We pop champagne 'til it's gone
I tell you, my nigga come home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, and steak
When my nigga come
He can have any damn that he want

1:]
I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of
He did nine years, be before I finish this blunt
I bought a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when dunk
We high, like southern niggas in the dump
and they mama know UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) North freaks
And the shit we be could melt the Mac off they cheeks
Then we to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties
In a decade, these hoes about to get paid
They took him to the back, I seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip

Inhale,
Blow it out, it out
Inhale,
it out, blow it out

2:]
When my nigga come home, that's on I got him
You why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
You know how many bitches I was mad I took
Cause I throw up the hood, the police had me shook
And all he wanted was a super head's
So I sent it cause I it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)
And ya girl? She fine as a
Told you she cheated on She was lyin' like a motherfucker
When you in, we was dreamin' about the tre
Now it's four flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates
Remember we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats?
Now I'm with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P
when we was hard
Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us
Now a ballin' and you sittin' in the yard
But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that out

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out
Inhale,
Blow it out, it out

3:]
One thing you can count on when you down
You gon' it all, laid out, everything is paid out
Comin' home eventually, in the
The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out
Big Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Young Joe Dog, Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's Crips
My cousin' Flip been up for twenty five
And He's a real twenty-Crip for life
And if I mention name, you know the business cuz
When you get it, you know we it up

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out