Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other nigga here as my dude
He to throw money like this (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at? no need to guess it
over here, you about to be a legend
When my comes home
We gon' party til six in the
When my come home
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's
I tell you, when my come home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, and steak
When my nigga 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 this blunt
I just a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when dunk
We ridin' high, like niggas in the dump
Errybody and they mama know UGK in the
(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac
And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off cheeks
we headed 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 ain't his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' club

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

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

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Inhale,
Blow it out, 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 like to me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Young Joe Dog, Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, twenty Crips
My Flip been locked up for twenty five
And Trey-Lo? He's a twenty-Crip for life
And if I mention name, you know the business cuz
you get it, you know we livin' it up

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out