Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man that shit...
Yo man, nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass 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 them back,
Huh, Pop yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a
Lay a down,
I ain't playin, spray 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 pipe'll make it sound like Day!
And I talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick name should be How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns spit over 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 bout 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 whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was out,
But I'll still the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My flow so raw, I thought baggin it up,
word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll Burn ya bag in the dutch,
jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same Cass the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll still 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!
I'll leave the biscuit on my hip and jus ya'll,
Onli thing you niggaz 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 when I was young, no bull, I pulled back,
I be in the hood cause I'm where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, I'll let my get you,
With the 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 probly shoot your self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like balls,
You just think You cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't as you say you is,
You needa tell fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter K It is,
I'm a still poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I don't wanna injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or the knife 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 dawgs they paws on the gat!