Luyện nghe bài hát For the Homies

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

Bone]
For the homie, doin it tight, you the shirt off of my back
For the homie I sing in fact
For the family, never forget you whatever you need
For the family, I'm the streets, I know you see
For my momma, I'm doin it again - I'm the best that I can
Gotta love my father, he a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out the nephews
I do the best I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual
For my brother, kisses sellin peace
One, only to spread that joy
One, for my father, the best

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

[Mr.
My homies, they're my young thug
Down for when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the families away
Upstate behind bars up in Bay
All the rappers, who lost life in the struggle
Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, when the went out
It's still a war zone and you the homie, no doubt
Life of a vigilante, the street authority
My homies are forever 'til,
Enemies get bucked, no, man
I'm in the land where bangin every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in this white man's
A devil's reject, with a burn
The world turns, never leave you
I'm confidant, your one and only homie

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

[Mr.
My definition of a
My dogs never gonna leave me lonely
Straight riders, we ain't no
My criminal and Mr. Capone-E's
ridin, through the city
Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Nitty
Mr. Silent puts it down showin no
it up for all my homies that are with me, with me