Luyện nghe bài hát For The Homies

And this is for the
I'm bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing with the white tee
Baby the truth, yeah you know we...

[Verse 1: Lamar]
Somebody get to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown
I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my brown
for E.T. to phone home
Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good
Thinking back when we used to run in the swap for the Rollie chains
Pro Club t-shirts, than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X-Tall, with the cotton fashion
That's if you come where I'm from
Compton California, One to the murder capital under the sun
Young niggas running around the with heat bigger than me
But I trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip
down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack
He talking some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that
And so I scooped him 3:30, Telling me it's all good
Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdies
at the sto' to get some rubbers
Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I they love us

And this is for the
I'm bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the tee
Baby the truth, yeah you know we got it going on
And if you good (hey)
Raise your 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 Is that right?) We got it going on

2]
As I continue my day, copacetic
Headed to my momma's house to see what them greens are bout, hungry as hell
Had the right grub, I bail, need gas
station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past
We used to stand in for Jordans, excited we got 'em
Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands to the bottom
Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my
I might pull out the Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima
Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm focussed but feeling
The homies hanging on the 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 Christmas day, can I say?
Every vocal is spoken the wisdom of a G
If you can't relate then please a seat

3]
So, wherever you located, won't you let it be
And put on for the of which you was grown
I put on brand new Chuck Taylors
While giving you cuts fresh tapers
I'm a fool with it, go nuts
You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then
The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you
Take 'em to school I must, for the cool in us
This for you, so what?!