Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, this nigga frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that shit 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 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 ready to die, They ready to tell,
why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the in the K,
A couple rounds from the make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, 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 You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect cause I some,
I play with bullets as big as my damn thumb,
And spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth 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 so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus it up,
But with the I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the 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 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 gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You that dumb!
Back I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas 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 poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the 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 keep poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I don't hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or the knife into somebody,
And I walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with paws on the gat!