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'
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
'Cause they feel nothing can save 'em

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

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

I travel the world to come back to it
The crib got a lot of like 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 hard to
In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words the
Bible and use for survival gangs rival

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

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all can find is a whole lot of nothin'
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 lights go out
But I you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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