Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

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

Where My at, Huh
Cock Yo
them 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 down! [x2]

1:]
Niggaz ready to die, They ready to tell,
why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the in the K,
A couple from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick name be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It to this gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect I demand some,
I play with bout as big as my damn thumb,
And spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs was conscious out,
But I'll still Grab the and Blow Ya Conscience out!

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

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