Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no nigga here real as my dude
He used to throw like this (whew!)
Honey what ya at? Ain't no need to guess it
over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga 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 any damn thing that he want

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

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

2:]
When my nigga come home, that's on I got him
You know why? Cause we was that, and we came from the bottom
You know how many I was mad that I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the had me shook
And all he wanted was a head's book
So I it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)
And ya girl? She fine as a
you she cheated on you? She was lyin' like a motherfucker
When you went in, we was dreamin' the tre
Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia
when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats?
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' Skateboard P
Remember we was hard
Sayin' to each other ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you in the yard
But you comin' home to the and a card, max that motherfucker out

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

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

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Inhale,
Blow it out, it out