Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

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

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

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 this city raised me and gave me
The drama, honor, and

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

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

Back home, searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody and praying
'Cause they like 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 guess you gotta watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free back

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

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

I try my best to keep it together cold
Like the windy streets of December
I pace back and forth for the courage to shine
But lap the source need something to nourish my mind

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

Back home, we've got a lot of shit on our
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 stay out of the

Back home, there's people us hopeless
People to tell us all we need is some focus
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 those don't know
Where figures shiver living in the littler
Where kids write bigger inside the L.A. river

On the concrete a of our everyday way
It's color and concentration over heavy and gray
And by the time the ink dries on this
I'll be half a day away the place where 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 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 gotta watch out for your own
ain't a damn thing free back home

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