Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Niggaz At

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

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

1:]
Niggaz ready to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my squad ready to ride and for jail,
They'll give you every in the in the K,
A couple from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, I done shit,
My nick should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me cause I demand some,
I with bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He did,
I'm a the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put that was conscious out,
But still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

2:]
My so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll ya like bag in the dutch,
jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same Cass the past,
I be tryna but I'll still blast at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the ya'll,
Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna ya'll!
I'll leave the on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli you niggaz ever shot 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 cause I'm good where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, I'll let my 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 start off,
You'll probly shoot your self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft cotton balls,
You just You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But you ain't hard as you say you is,
You needa tell 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 hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife somebody,
And I don't walk around now I'm Gotti,
But still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs they paws on the gat!