Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other nigga here as my dude
He used to throw like this (whew!)
Honey what ya at? Ain't no need to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a
my nigga comes home
We party til six in the mon'
When my nigga home
We gon' pop 'til it's gone
I tell you, when my come home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and
When my come home
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 before I this blunt
I just bought a ounce of
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when dunk
We ridin' high, like niggas in the dump
Errybody and they 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 about a decade, these hoes to get paid
took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip

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

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

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

3:]
One you can count on when you touch down
You gon' have it all, laid out, is paid out
home eventually, in the penitentiary
The homies like to mention me, I looks out essentially
Big Reese Cup, J Dog and
Young Joe Dog, Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty
My Flip been locked up for twenty five
And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-Crip for
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