Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other here real 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 nigga 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
my nigga come home
He can any damn thing that he want

1:]
I got a nigga locked up for about a of money
He did nine years, be home I finish this blunt
I just bought a of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, when LeBron dunk
We ridin' high, southern niggas in the dump
and they mama know UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac
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 hoes about to get
took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
Two felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club

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

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

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

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