Luyện nghe bài hát For My

Now on the scale of one to ten, I rated, a 12 (right!)
You know this and these cats it
I got nuttin' outdated, if it is upgraded
S-class wit everything
rims three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big if it's broke then replace it
Now like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On the in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' my back

I them street niggas
When they get hot, the heat niggas
sweet niggas off they feet niggas
You livin' on the edge, nigga
That's why my clique we do or die and deep nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the clothes
to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side
While yours a nigga mind poppin'
through you house wit my iron now when

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the night
This is for my
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it
lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

I ain't bullshittin' I trick 'em and run up in their
And she a nine or betta, my niggas then I'm splitin'
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and
Pumpin' Nore number six, "bitch give me head"
And for you out there who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the
And from the hip I shoot, if you get loot
Bout ta ya the truth
I'm more I'm born in the Lou'

I'm this one for my niggas
Who be it tight
lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

I'm doing this one for my
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime that fuck on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the face

I ain't no busta
Came up out that Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get up in here
You make out alive very often up in here
I'mma on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a off ya air if its any beef partna
I off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the wit three choppers
Weezy-wez

Four karats in my earring, around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, the belt buckle
Leave them wit it like Nelly I didn't know
If you was the Jackie Frost why you say so
Somebody gotta shine my why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 a week
burnt out the piece, Gucci, and hat, sneaks
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin'

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the night
This is for my
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime that fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' but the Benjamin face

I'm doing this one for my
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' dime bitches that on the first night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin

I'm doing one for my niggas