Luyện nghe bài hát For the Homies

[Intro:
let the light skin fool you nigga
This real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin
As I sit down and I write letter to my dear brother
brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto you
in your time of persecution, dear
I this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health
I you
For the mothfuckin and the ghetto
Ain't you need but a homie

[Bizzy
For the homie, doin it tight, give you the shirt off of my
For the homie I sing in fact
For the family, I'll never forget you you need
For the family, I'm walkin the streets, I you see
For my momma, I'm doin it again - I'm doin the best I can
Gotta my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I you on out with the nephews
I do the best that I can, for my I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I greet you a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual kisses sellin
One, collaborations to spread that joy
One, for my father, the homeboy

[Chorus: Mr.
You can find me with my homies, I'll run
never hide from my homies, I'm down to ride
I'm to die with all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we up

[Mr.
My homies, my young thug outlaws
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine his call
We miss you O.G., the families locked away
behind bars up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who their life in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, the lights went out
It's still a war zone and you still the homie, no
Life of a vigilante, the street authority
My are forever 'til, eternity
get bucked, trust no, man
I'm in the land where they every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in white man's world
A devil's reject, a meth-amphetamine burn
The world turns, never you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and only

[K.O.]
My definition of a homie is a brother with
Therefore that I'll always have your not givin a care who's down to ride
To leave you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a blue thug, and I'm keepin it real
My dogs ain't never given away, that's what you call the real
As I poured a little liqour for, those who
My true, soldiers in the the game of life and they crashed

[Mr.
My of a homie
My dogs ain't gonna leave me lonely
riders, we ain't no phonies
My criminal and Mr. Capone-E's
Straight ridin, through the
Givin it up for Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Silent puts it showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are with me, me