Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, everybody's take you out to the tiff, to the crib
do it Mike, yeah

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
they feel like nothing can save 'em

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

home, they holler 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone'
Same the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our marched the guns clap on
There's liquor stores, supplies, and rap songs

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

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

Signs painted on walls like hiero,
I tell 'em this is all tribal
Used to do dirt Shorty's goin' the same cycle
And like Michael tryin' not to stay idle

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't 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 black when those go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for own
'Cause a damn thing free back home

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

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

I try my best to keep it it's cold
the windy city streets of December
I pace and forth looking for the courage to shine
But can't lap the need something to nourish my mind

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

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

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

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

On the concrete a of our everyday way
It's that color and concentration over and gray
And by the the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place I stay

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
'Cause feel like 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 out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn free back home

We're you back home y'all
Yeah, Common Sense, my God Mike
SLP this is how we won't change
It's good music, this all for you baby,