Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

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

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

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

How cool is drugs?
It's love when you and yours is making huh?
Your uncles was so it's a chain reaction
Risking house just to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a
You shinning now
It was to be a decoy
them junkies to get some quick cash
To give to your mama because she bad

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

But your blinded because you shinning fiend 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 when you kill your own kind

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

Mmm mmm

Man these out here walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather sell some pot trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in
Yet mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest
Better up fast
Last of a breed
All I do is facts, jack
Look, the of the story
Souring will never feel it
Plus their minded is twisted
It's a sickness you kill your own kind