Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, y'all take you out to the tiff, to the crib
do it Mike, yeah

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

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

home, they holler 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone'
Same block the freebase yo we on
Where our grandmothers the guns clap on
liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs

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

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

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

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like can save 'em

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

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

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

I try my best to keep it together cold
Like the windy streets of December
I pace back and forth looking for the to shine
But lap the source need something to nourish my mind

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

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

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

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

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

home, everybody's 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 they can't the fact 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
good music, this all for you baby, yeah