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 is a whole lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can '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 thing free home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the concrete a symbol of our way
that color and concentration over heavy and gray
And by the the ink dries on this page
be half a day away from the place where I stay

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

And they try to hold out but they 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 damn thing back home

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