Luyện nghe bài hát When My Niggas Come Home

Ain't no other nigga here real as my
He used to throw money this (whew!)
Honey what ya at? Ain't no need to guess it
over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga comes
We gon' til six in the mon'
When my nigga come
We gon' pop champagne 'til gone
I tell you, when my come home
We celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, and steak
my nigga come home
He can have any damn that he want

1:]
I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of
He did nine years, be home before I finish this
I bought a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, when LeBron dunk
We ridin' high, like niggas in the dump
Errybody and they mama UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) North freaks
And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they
Then we to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties
In about a decade, these hoes about to get
They him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a in the motherfuckin' strip club

Inhale,
Blow it out, it out
Inhale,
it out, blow it out

2:]
When my come home, that's on everything I got him
You why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
You know how many bitches I was mad I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me
And all he wanted was a head's book
So I sent it cause I it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)
And ya She fine as a motherfucker
Told you she cheated on you? She was like a motherfucker
When you in, we was dreamin' about the tre
Now it's four flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates
Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with P
Remember when we was
Sayin' to other nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you in the yard
But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that out

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out
Inhale,
it out, blow it out

3:]
One thing you can count on when you touch
You gon' it all, laid out, everything is paid out
home eventually, in the penitentiary
The homies like to me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Reese Cup, J Dog and
Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, twenty Crips
My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty
And Trey-Lo? He's a real for life
And if I mention name, you know the business cuz
When you get it, you know we it up

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Inhale,
it out, blow it out