Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that 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 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 ain't playin, I'll a nigga,
Lay a down! [x2]

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 gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My name should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch named that You could Tongue Kiss!
It come to this gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect I demand some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He did,
I'm a speak the whether positive or negative,
get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
But I'll still the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My flow so raw, I thought baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus it up,
But the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I the same 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,
on me makin me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli you niggaz ever 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 cause 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,
When it start off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin self pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the and the Alcohol,
But dawg you hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your 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 don't wanna hafta nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife somebody,
And I don't walk around now 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!