Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

Man cock shit...
Yo man, this Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that shit and all that...
Fuck that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up in... I hate nigga)

Where My at, Huh
Cock Yo
Squeeze them back,
Huh, Pop yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a
Lay a down,
I ain't playin, spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down!

1:]
Niggaz ain't to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my ready to ride and ready for jail,
give you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds from the pipe'll make it like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I shit,
My nick name be Diarea How I run shit,
And I seen niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun I'm the man son,
gon show me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bullets as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Gun till my hand numb,
I a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was out,
But I'll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya out!

2:]
My flow so raw, I thought about it up,
Every like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but still blast at ya ass,
I got in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
Hatin on me me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli thing you niggaz ever was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You get your hat spun,
You gotta I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
Back I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
I be in the hood I'm good where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, let my military get you,
the military pistols, that's military issued!

3:]
I got gats,
And I just fought a and I ain't make 1 statement,
You I'm Not a rat,
So You gotta gat,
When it poppin off,
probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft cotton balls,
You just think You cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't as you say you is,
You tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and bodies'll droppin,
But I don't wanna injure nobody,
the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I my life and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs they paws on the gat!