Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, y'all everybody's you out to the tiff, to the crib
Let's do it Mike,

Back home, searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but can't fight the fact that
Life goes when those lights go out
But I you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a thing free back home

Back home, they holler and 'Blackstone'
block the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our grandmothers marched the guns on
There's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap

I travel the world to come back to it
The crib got a lot of soul like black music I'm to it
In many ways city raised me and gave me
The drama, honor, and

The seem hollow when I go to Chicago
It's cheap wine and sorrow is hard to swallow
In search of God's tomorrow I words from the
Bible and use for survival gangs rival

Signs painted on like hiero, glyphics
I tell 'em that this is all
Used to do dirt Shorty's through the same cycle
And trials like tryin' not to stay idle

Back home, searching for somethin'
But all can find is a whole lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact
Life goes when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for own
'Cause ain't a damn free back home

home, it's not Compton but close
The same problems exist and the pain
And folks are so
It don't really us much we just swallow it
Crack the and smoke hope tomorrow something

Magical happens put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's slim
home, we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, dealers, and pimps
I'm back

I try my best to it together it's cold
Like the windy city of December
I pace back and forth looking for the to shine
But can't lap the source something to nourish my mind

I we all lose quite a bit in life only to gain some
or the dark winding roads we came from
But I move with the so I'm used to the shade
And never lose sight truth back to the game

Back home, got a lot of shit on our minds
We're always behind on something 'cause there's not enough
And we're non-stop bottom doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and out of the hospital

Back home, people calling us hopeless
People trying to tell us all we need is focus
But focus, focus is
'Cause you see every and mistake and can't change it

Back home is Alvarado and J-Town
Or Little Tokyo for those that don't
Where figures living right in the littler
Where kids write bigger inside the L.A. river

On the concrete a symbol of our way
It's that and concentration over heavy and gray
And by the time the ink dries on this
I'll be half a day from the place where I stay

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the that
Life goes black when lights go out
But I guess you gotta just out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free back

We're you back home y'all
Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God
SLP yeah this is how we change
It's music, this all for you baby, yeah