Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that video and all that...
that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)

Where My at, Huh
that Yo
Squeeze them back,
Huh, Pop yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a
Lay a down,
I playin, I'll spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ain't ready to die, ready to tell,
why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the in the K,
A rounds from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I shit,
My name should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
It come to this gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He did,
I'm a speak the truth positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put that was conscious out,
But still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My flow so raw, I thought baggin it up,
word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll blast at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the ya'll,
Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna ya'll!
I'll leave the on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli you niggaz ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You get your hat spun,
You gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You that dumb!
when I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
I be in the hood cause I'm good where my at,
I'm the general, I'll let my get you,
With the military pistols, that's issued!

3:]
I got gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain't 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So what You gat,
it start poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin tryna pop it off,
You got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you hard as you say you is,
You needa tell fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No what K It is,
I'm a still poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I wanna hafta injure nobody,
the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I don't walk now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I my life and put it all into rap,
For my with they paws on the gat!