Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

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

But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' into a bullet
If the index finger pull it cameras for the footage
Channel 9, Channel 11, Nines, Mack 11
Another for the reverend
Another takin action
In a matter of a second nothing matters when you for your turf
Hold it down, heart - Put in work
That's the moral of the story when you're and you're wicked
And mental never get it
It's a sickness when you kill your own

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

How cool is drugs?
It's love when you and yours is bucks huh?
Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a reaction
Risking somebody's just to get it cracking
Now see you as a D-Boy
You shinning now
It was hard to be a
Serving them junkies to get some cash
To give to your because she doing bad

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

But your blinded because you shinning fiend another hit
So you serve him 30
He O.D. off the
That's the moral of the story you're greedy and you're wicked
But your mind will get it
It's a sickness when you your own kind

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

Mmm mmm

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