Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

How is gang 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 hood colour look good in Jordans
Striking your name on the wall to important
Banging on niggaz hoping push a line
Say the wrong corner it's go time

But ignorance is bliss because them are soon gon' turn into a bullet
If the index finger pull it coming for the footage
Channel 9, 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11
Another for the reverend
casket takin action
In a matter of a second matters when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have heart - Put in
That's the moral of the story when you're and you're wicked
And your never get it
It's a sickness you kill your own kind

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

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

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

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

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

Mmm mmm

Man these niggaz out walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you sell some pot instead trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either or locked in violents
Yet your mom 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 will never it
their minded is really twisted
It's a sickness you kill your own kind