Luyện nghe bài hát For the Homies

[Intro:
let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin
As I sit and I write this letter to my dear brother
Dear brother, heavenly grace and be unto you
in your time of persecution, dear
I pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and
I you
For the mothfuckin hood and the
nothin you need but a homie

[Bizzy
For the homie, doin it tight, you the shirt off of my back
For the homie I sing songs in
For the family, I'll forget you whatever 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 that I can
love my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out with the
I do the best that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to the love
For my brother, I greet you a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual sellin peace
One, collaborations only to spread joy
One, for my father, the homeboy

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

[Mr.
My homies, they're my young thug
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine his call
We miss you O.G., from the families away
Upstate behind up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost life in the struggle
Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, when the lights out
It's a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt
of a vigilante, with the street authority
My homies are 'til, eternity
Enemies get bucked, no, man
I'm in the land where they bangin 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
that I'll always have your back not givin a care who's down to ride
To never leave you astray, to put his life in front of
I'm a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm it real
My ain't never given away, that's what you call the real deal
As I poured a little liqour for, who passed
My true, soldiers in the green the of life and they crashed

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