Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, this Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that 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, spray a nigga,
Lay a down! [x2]

1:]
Niggaz ain't ready to die, They 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 name be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns over dumb shit,
I got a bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect cause I some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who shit He never did,
I'm a speak the whether positive or negative,
get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
But I'll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya out!

2:]
My flow so raw, I 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 the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll still at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the 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 niggaz 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!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled back,
I be in the cause I'm good where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, I'll let my get you,
the military pistols, that's military issued!

3:]
I got gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain't 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So You gotta gat,
it start poppin 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 the pills and the Alcohol,
But you ain't hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter K It is,
I'm a still keep and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I don't hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the into somebody,
And I don't around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I my life and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with paws on the gat!