Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that shit 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 ain't playin, spray 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 couple from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns over dumb shit,
I got a young named 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 bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put that was conscious out,
But I'll still the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus it up,
But with the burner I'll ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll 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!
leave the biscuit 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 known I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
Back 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, let my military get you,
the military 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 poppin 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 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 what K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and keep droppin,
But I don't wanna injure nobody,
the pipe, Or stick 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 with they paws on the gat!