Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya stop
To my in the front
Ya don't
To my people in the
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya stop
To my on the left
Ya don't
To my on the right
Ya don't
To my people
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya stop
To my people in new
Ya stop
To my people down
Ya stop
To my people out
Say
Throw your in the air
To my hip hop
Ya stop
To my niggas in the
Ya don't
To my gettin money
Say
Throw your in the air
Ya stop

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Uh, off the bat
My squad is across the map
y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
Y'all want beef
Fuck it it to the streets
niggas gon chill
Then we sit down and we
My squad here
of the year
We settin up shop and we going nowhere
We it all
Even if we brawl for it
We it all
Even if you gotta for it
We stage
car deckers
Reppin to the till the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm puttin in vendettas
Twist body
With two shells a shottie pow!

[baby
wanna get me touched
(naw cant touch you)
and flossin too much
(naw they cross you)
Light on my
him ten feet
Part from his
Play it
The speaks through this poetry
For me to call
Cock block my
Add a spice
Devil eyes snake rise on
your fam call christ
Flipmode for mics
All my shit be priced
I'm dikes
me
Liftin thugs out they crease it's
Shift two in two weeks
And forty g's
me
And shortly
Slouch cat livin off breeze
You wanna get
Better grip on
the next flight
We got it locked on the bike

it out
I got the eye of a
That's to go higher
My is on fire
And till do us
If the label sue us
Yo I'm taking the
I'm the man the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to spliff when it's to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and shields
Watch us make a
Catch us on groove
Rules house of
Mtv
On the bus with my loco (loco)
Takin
Hittin by the dozen (dozen)
Keep a shot
Now I'm on a
It take you light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my
All that wack shit don't concern me
I'm being
I got a title under my
I'm out to get the
I'm bout my and myself

[rah
Uhh
Comin correct for all my flipmode
Stats ratin then that of single mothers
Peace to my outz
Bitches that I bounce
else get the gas like auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch
Type takin out like they packaged goods
wanna contest
They
up and down we run the underground like h. tubman
What, I'm the bitch
rah
got rah
God be my

Long as I this globe
I be spittin verses than the book of job

rhymes]
Why are you us
Running into hiding and us
on the low be recording us
My rhyme remain poisonous

Yo your shit wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no us
You better off if you come join us

Or analyzing my molecular
In
with my squad or go singular
I ain't into bitches who fuck animals caligula
More hot shit so get your water
Fire
prime minister
C'mon!
Never mistake me for nobody
Another make you shit on yourself
I all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you
Put your on my heart
Flipmode one on the charts
or collective
My perspective the
Is to win
All praises due to my one in the same
Cherish every blessing I to make y'all witness my name
Burn another
inside my galaxy
Put your money where mouth is double your salary
Hey you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a honda
g off
Nigga off
I you breeze off
Brickfull you rip your jeans off