Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

How cool is banging?
It's when you and your homies hanging huh?
Your uncles had did it so it's a reaction
Relate to homies because them two are bastards
that your hood colour look good in Jordans
Striking name on the wall to feel important
Banging on niggaz hoping push a line
Say the street corner it's go time

But ignorance is because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet
If the index finger it cameras coming for the footage
Channel 9, 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11
baby for the reverend
Another casket takin
In a of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have - Put in work
That's the of the story when you're worried and you're wicked
And your mental get it
It's a sickness when you your own kind

Different different sides
But I could see it in eyes
you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you)
Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm like you)
It's up to you to
How gonna change your life
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)
(just like me) n I'm (just like you)

How cool is selling
It's love when you and yours is bucks huh?
Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain
Risking somebody's house to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a
You bright now
It was hard to be a
Serving them junkies to get quick cash
To give to your mama because she bad

Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding
If you don't look out for
Knock, knock, the feds are coming
You ain't even really
Cause mind is on the money
niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.

But your blinded because you shinning want another hit
So you him 30 minutes
He O.D. off the
That's the moral of the when you're greedy and you're wicked
But mind will never get it
It's a sickness when you kill own kind

You ever throw life away?
On this gang banging shit went off brothers face
Or living in the fast lane
Selling poisoning peoples brains
It's just a but don't stress it man
Just somebody's mama out there sufferin'
she lost her baby to a stray bullet
Feel victim all this gang shooting

Mmm mmm

Man these niggaz out walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather sell some pot instead hit college
Where is all these figures he either dead or locked in violents
Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being
Better wake up
Last of a dying
All I do is facts, jack
Look, the moral of the
Souring hearts will never it
Plus their minded is twisted
It's a sickness when you kill own kind