Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock 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 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 nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ready to die, They ready to tell,
why my squad ready to ride and ready 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 could talk gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done niggaz guns spit 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 with bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my numb,
I ain't a who spit 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 Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner 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 tryna chill but still blast at ya ass,
I got in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
on me makin 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 could get hat spun,
You gotta I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that 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 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 self tryna pop it off,
You got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your 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,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the into somebody,
And I walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I my life and put it all into rap,
For my with they paws on the gat!