Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggaz

Ayo, light shit the fuck up man
Y'all niggas get to get high
What we doin' in here y'all,
partyin', smokin', bullshittin', drinkin', c'mon

This for my on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my niggas in the street wit
which street you claim? Put your glock up

This is for my on the West Coast bouncin'
rollin', three wheel motion
All my dogs on the block just
Nigga put rag up, playa put your flag up

B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin' shit
I'm in the club with the fifth
West Coast niggas gin
Coast niggas Belvedere, Cranberry nigga mix it in

I'm in the back where dark as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, spark the L
And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit
Shit all my niggas what all the bouncers for

Whether or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, lift them
I'ma, that chicken, get that coke

I'ma, them dickies, Air Force Ones
Til the, come get me air out guns
the, P H I L L Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh

This for my on the East Coast rollin'
up Suburban, in the streets swervin'
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put glock up

is for my niggas on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, put your flag up

I'm on the block til the get sold
Don't pack just roll, hit L.A. like and Kob'
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got with the heat got the gats on hold

All my niggas locos holmes ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come
right fuck coppers holmes
We choppers holmes
We on the sent them choppers on

Twenty niggas wit they creased
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of
Or twenty niggas on the of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who hesitate to clap the cops

I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
pickin' up bitches, hittin' switches
St. Ides to Ingbing do my thing, yo

This for my on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your up

This is for my on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the block just
put your rag up, playa put your flag up

All my playas who tan trees and chuck tails
Say they PD's and duck jail
wife beaters with the plaided shirts
Only top button buttoned, to buck somethin'

You fuckin' wit a gangsta rookie, don't lookie
Shoot up your feet make you boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta me
you think this sweet?
What you eat, nigga gangsta

Call state to the Staples
The four put staples in ya
Nigga zip up stomach
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
That's how we to get 'em, never pay for pigeons

Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then they get off
pickin' up bitches, hittin' switches
St. and Ingbing, I'ma do my thing, yo

This for my niggas on the East Coast
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my niggas in the wit caine
which street you claim? Put your glock up

This is for my niggas on the Coast bouncin'
rollin', three wheel motion
All my on the block just loc'n
Nigga, put your rag up, put your flag up

for my niggas on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka street you claim? Put your glock up

This is for my niggas on the West bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the just loc'n
Nigga, put your rag up, put your flag up

Yeah, Beanie Sigel and nigga Daz Dillinger
(I 'em walk, and Kurupt)
Dogg Roc La Familia
(Dogg Pound)
For life, do it like that, put hands up

Make them switches bounce
California put your hands up
Jump over the
I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin',

play no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah and on 'em
Uh and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga
Bouncin',