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 shit 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 playin, I'll spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ain't ready to die, ready to tell,
That's why my squad ready to ride and for jail,
They'll you every in the shell 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 spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch named Nina that You Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my thumb,
And spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was out,
But I'll Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya up, Yup,
But I ain't the same 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 me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll leave the 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 gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You that dumb!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled back,
I be in the hood cause I'm good where my at,
I'm the general, I'll let my get you,
With the military pistols, that's issued!

3:]
I got gats,
And I just fought a and I ain't make 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So what You gat,
When it start off,
You'll shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like balls,
You just think You hard cause the and the Alcohol,
But you ain't hard 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 don't wanna hafta nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the into somebody,
And I walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I my life and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with they on the gat!