Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

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

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

And they try to hold out but can't 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

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

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

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

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

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all can find 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 can't fight the fact that
Life goes black when those go out
But I you gotta 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 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 kinda
Back home, we get the good at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, dealers, and pimps
I'm back

I try my best to it together it's cold
Like the windy city of December
I pace back and forth looking for the 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 to the shade
And never sight bringing truth back to the game

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 non-stop bottom doing what we gotta do
To get some in the fridge and stay out of the hospital

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

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

On the a symbol of our everyday way
that color and concentration over heavy and gray
And by the time the ink dries on 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 nobody and praying
'Cause they feel like can save 'em

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

We're takin' you 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