Luyện nghe bài hát For The Homies

And is for the homies
I'm talking bout the meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas the white tee
Baby the truth, yeah you know we...

1: Kendrick Lamar]
Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm get blown
I'm get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown
Looking for E.T. to home
Tadow, the flavor I kick the good days
Thinking when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains
Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than
it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion
That's fashion if you come where I'm
California, One love to the murder capital under the sun
Young niggas around the street with heat bigger than me
But I don't trip, I still dip like salsa to a
Rolling Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack
He about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that
And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me all good
Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdies
Stopped at the sto' to get some
up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us

And is for the homies
I'm talking bout the meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you we got it going on
And if you feel (hey)
Raise hands high and throw up your hood (hey)
Represent the like you know you should (hey)
I to make sure that you understood we got it going on
(Is that Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it on

2]
As I continue my day, copacetic
to my momma's house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell
Had the right grub, I bail, some gas
ARCO station on Avalon, a hit me up as he rolled past
We used to stand in line for Jordans, we got 'em
Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands to the bottom
Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James was two of my favorites
I might out the green Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima
Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm but feeling good
The hanging on the sixties and Monte Carlos
Impalas and Tahoes, something nigga, break that fifty
I'm grabbing the like I'm supposed to
Making my presence felt like day, what can I say?
Every vocal is with the wisdom of a G
If you can't relate then please a seat

3]
So, wherever you located, you let it be known
And put on for the soil of which you was
I put on brand new Chuck Taylors
While giving you cuts like fresh
I'm such a fool it, go nuts
You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce untuck
The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you
Take 'em to I must, this for the cool in us
This for you, so what?!