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 whole lot of
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can 'em

And they try to hold out but they fight the fact that
Life goes black when those go out
But I guess you gotta watch out for your own
'Cause a damn thing 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 music 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
It's cheap wine and sorrow times is hard to
In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words the
and use them for survival gangs rival

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

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

And they try to out but they 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 thing free back

Back home, it's not Compton but
The same problems exist and the throbbin'
And are so common
It don't bother us much we just swallow it
Crack the bottle and smoke hope something

happens that'll 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 home

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

I know we all lose quite a bit in life only to 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 bringing truth back to the

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 some food in the fridge and out of the hospital

Back home, there's people calling us
People trying to us all we need is some 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 write bigger right inside the L.A. river

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

home, everybody's searching for somethin'
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 they can't fight the that
Life goes black when lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for own
'Cause a damn thing free back home

We're takin' you 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,