Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

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

Where My at, Huh
that Yo
Squeeze triggas back,
Huh, Pop yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a
Lay a down,
I playin, I'll spray a nigga,
Lay a down! [x2]

1:]
Niggaz ready to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my squad ready to and ready for jail,
They'll you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I shit,
My nick 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!
When It come to gun shit I'm the man son,
gon show me respect cause I demand some,
I play bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who shit He never did,
I'm a the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put that was conscious out,
But I'll still Grab the and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My so raw, I thought about baggin 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 I'll still at ya ass,
I got in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
Hatin on me me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll leave the on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli thing you ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You could get hat spun,
You known I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled 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 a homocide and I ain't make 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So what You gat,
When it start off,
You'll probly your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But you ain't hard as you say you is,
You needa 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,
the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I don't around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with paws on the gat!