Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

I'm bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's
Front you with work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you that head up
But we don't fight brah
you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days you what this West Coast about

I'd die for my nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin'
When it rains it pours, dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's all y'all niggas
Except my

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I done spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin
You can catch me out Chicago with muthafuckin hittas
in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the
She can like it on my
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and be lit up
Catch you at the red light, em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing
Catch me out in Collins screamin "money a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin I claim blood
And if ain't my homie than I know it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
I been in the field life on the line with him
And if it's good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You niggas got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you got no point
I just come with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my