Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

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

But ignorance is bliss because them are soon gon' turn into a bullet
If the index finger pull it cameras for the footage
9, Channel 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11
Another baby for the
Another casket takin
In a matter of a second matters when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have - Put in work
That's the moral of the story when you're worried and wicked
And your never get it
a sickness when you kill 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 me) n I'm (I'm just like you)
up to you to decide
How your gonna change your
Your (just like me) n I'm (just you)
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)

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

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

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

You ever throw life away?
On this gang banging shit off your brothers face
Or living in the fast lane
Selling drugs poisoning brains
It's just a thought but don't it man
Just know somebody's mama out there
Because she lost her to a stray bullet
victim from all this gang shooting

Mmm mmm

Man these out here walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather some pot instead trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either or locked in violents
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 moral of the
Souring hearts never feel it
their minded is really twisted
It's a when you kill your own kind