Luyện nghe bài hát For the Homies

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

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For the homie, doin it tight, you the shirt off of my back
For the I sing songs in fact
For the family, I'll never forget you whatever you
For the family, I'm the streets, I know you see
For my momma, I'm doin it - I'm doin the best 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 that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I you with a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual kisses peace
One, collaborations only to that joy
One, for my father, the homeboy

[Chorus: Mr.
You can find me with my homies, I'll run
I'll never hide my homies, I'm down to ride
I'm down to die with all my homies, kickin with the West 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 makes his call
We you O.G., from the families locked away
Upstate bars up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost life in the struggle
From Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E 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, with the street
My are forever 'til, eternity
Enemies get bucked, no, man
I'm in the land they bangin every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in this white man's
A devil's reject, with a burn
The world turns, never you lonely
I'm your confidant, one and only homie

[K.O.]
My of a homie is a brother with pride
Therefore that I'll always your back not givin a care who's down to ride
To never you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm havin a vision in my mind, my dogs are up through my pours
Cause I'm a true thug, and I'm keepin it real
My dogs ain't never given away, that's what you the real deal
As I a little liqour for, those who passed
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 no phonies
My criminal and Mr. Capone-E's
ridin, through the city
Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank
Mr. puts it down showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are me, with me