Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other here real as my dude
He used to throw money this (whew!)
what ya lookin' 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 come
We gon' pop champagne it's gone
I tell you, when my come home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, and steak
When my nigga home
He can have any damn thing that he

1:]
I got a nigga locked up for a knot of money
He did nine years, be home before I finish blunt
I bought a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron
We ridin' high, southern niggas in the dump
Errybody and mama know UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) Cadillac freaks
And the shit we be smokin' melt the Mac off they cheeks
Then we headed to that 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 seen his ass in two
Two time felon taken a in the motherfuckin' strip club

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

2:]
When my nigga come home, 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 had me shook
And all he wanted was a super head's
So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for (?)
And ya She fine 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' with some nerds, chattin' Skateboard P
Remember when we was
Sayin' to other nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the
But you home 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 count on you touch down
You gon' have it all, out, everything is paid out
Comin' home eventually, in the
The homies like to 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 cousin' Flip been locked up for five
And He's a real twenty-Crip for life
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