Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo 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
Cock Yo
Squeeze triggas 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 nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ain't ready to die, They to tell,
That's why my squad to ride and ready for jail,
They'll you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds from the 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 spit dumb shit,
I got a young named Nina 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 with bullets as big as my damn 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 positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put that was conscious out,
But still Grab the Thompson 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 I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll blast 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 biscuit on my hip and jus ya'll,
Onli thing you niggaz ever was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You get your 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 hood cause I'm 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 fought 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 You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't as you say you is,
You needa tell your fans how and gay you is,
S H A, No matter K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and keep droppin,
But I wanna hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or the knife into somebody,
And I don't around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with paws on the gat!