Luyện nghe bài hát Still The Same Nigga

Hey, pull over there dawg my niggaz over there
Aight, what up, niggaz? seen that punk ass nigga Ren?
Yeah, that came through yesterday
Y'all that nigga video? Na, I ain't seen that nigga's shit yet, man
Man, that nigga's shit whack anyway, aight dawg, aight

Hey nigga put in though you didn't like that nigga
Man, why you listenin' to his shit?
'Cause nigga, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that up
Man, me the phone, yeah, man, what's happenin'?
Yeah, so we be there in a

Hey man, on the TV
Yeah nigga, roll up weed
Fool, you got some
Yeah, it's in the on the dresser

Hey man, I see 'em
Hey man look in the
Oh, damn nigga, what the you doin' in the closet, fool?
the fuck outta me, whassup?

And check it out
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)
And check it out
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)

This be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a
niggaz don't scrap no mo', that's a no, no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the

'Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked a ho
But be outta work like that Arsenio
'Cause niggaz be talkin' behind my back
they could get they hands sweaty on my nut sack

I ain't Ohio but I'm a player
So pussy ass niggaz what the fuck you say a
Poppa brand new bag when I rock
'Cause on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock

Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and
While I it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my niggaz me
the same nigga

And check it out
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)
And check it out
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)

I to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
'Cause my was fuckin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my
Fuck it, nigga makin' presidents

But niggaz be they hands in my pocket say gimme
For a penny, all they is the jimmy
Rick James I'm bustin' out on the funk
Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the

But don't make me bop that shit, and on
'Cause I can get like Sylvester Stallone
Niggaz shootin' stones, a sly
If I wanted to I hit you with my third eye

Then you'll be in a sleep
So bring the band by, 'cause nigga chokin' I mad fly
I'm still takin' niggaz out with the
That's droppin' out my 'cause I'm still the same nigga

And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)
And check it out
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)

Yeah, minute you win it, a ain't a loser
a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might a nigga in a Chevy
'Cause my shit is so heavy

Rap skits kicked to the curb, gets no play
When I'm rollin' in the in L.A.
Fuck the radio and they
I got bitch made nigga killa on my doormat

So niggaz don't my bell
I gotta bad and I'm mad as hell
I break goddamn necks with my rhymes
Niggaz in the street wanna fuck with mine

Devil's be what I did
Tell 'em I make ass records, plus I built pyramids
But niggaz in the I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti and the umbrella, still the same

And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)
And check it out
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)