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 lookin' at? Ain't no need to it
Stand over here, you about to be a
When my nigga home
We gon' party til six in the
When my nigga come
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's
I tell you, when my nigga home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and
my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing he want

1:]
I got a locked up for about a knot of money
He did nine years, be home before I finish this
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
Errybody and they mama UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac
And the shit we be smokin' melt the Mac off they cheeks
we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties
In about a decade, these hoes about to get
They took him to the back, I seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the strip club

Inhale,
it out, blow it out
Inhale,
Blow it out, 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 how many bitches I was mad that I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the had me shook
And all he was a super head's book
So I it cause I meant 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 went in, we was dreamin' the tre
Now it's four door flyin' spur, Killafornia plates
Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, with Skateboard P
Remember we was hard
Sayin' to each nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you in the yard
But you comin' to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker 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 touch
You gon' have it all, out, everything is paid out
home eventually, in the penitentiary
The like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Joe Dog, Scotty 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 your name, you the business cuz
When you get it, you we livin' it up

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out