Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back home, it's not but close
The same problems and the pain throbbin'
And are so common
It don't really bother us much we swallow it
the bottle and smoke hope tomorrow something

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the concrete a of our everyday 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 away from the place where I

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

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

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