Luyện nghe bài hát For the Homies

[Intro:
Don't let the light skin fool you
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 spirits and peace and health
I you
For the mothfuckin and the ghetto
Ain't nothin you need but a

[Bizzy
For the homie, doin it tight, give you the off of my back
For the homie I sing in fact
For the family, I'll never 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
Gotta my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out the nephews
I do the that 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, collaborations only to spread joy
One, for my father, the homeboy

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

[Mr.
My homies, my young thug outlaws
Down for when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the locked away
Upstate behind up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost their in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your
The trouble, the lights went out
It's a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt
Life of a vigilante, with the 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 world
A devil's reject, with a burn
The turns, never leave you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and homie

[K.O.]
My definition of a homie is a brother with
Therefore that I'll always 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 havin a in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm keepin it
My dogs never given away, that's what you call the real deal
As I poured a little liqour for, those who
My true, soldiers in the green the of life and they crashed

[Mr.
My of a homie
My dogs ain't never gonna me lonely
Straight riders, we no phonies
My styles and Mr. Capone-E's
Straight ridin, the city
it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Silent it down showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are me, with me