Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no nigga here real as my dude
He used to money 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 party til six in the mon'
When my come home
We gon' pop champagne it's gone
I tell you, when my 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 just 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 smokin' could melt the Mac off cheeks
Then we headed to that magic city, he seen no ass and titties
In about a decade, these about 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,
it out, blow it out

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

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

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