Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

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

Where My at, Huh
Cock Yo
Squeeze triggas back,
Huh, Pop yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a
Lay a down,
I ain't playin, I'll a nigga,
Lay a nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ain't to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my squad to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the in the K,
A couple rounds the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns spit 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 show me cause I demand some,
I play with bullets 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 He never did,
I'm a the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs was conscious out,
But I'll Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

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

3:]
I got gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain't 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So You gotta gat,
it start poppin off,
You'll probly your fuckin self 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 ain't as you say you is,
You tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and bodies'll droppin,
But I wanna hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or the knife into somebody,
And I don't around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with they on the gat!