Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

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

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

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

How is selling drugs?
It's love when you and yours is making bucks
Your uncles was so it's a chain reaction
Risking house just to get it cracking
Now see you as a D-Boy
You shinning now
It was hard to be a
Serving them to get some quick cash
To give to your mama she doing bad

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

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

You ever throw your life
On this gang banging went off your brothers face
Or perhaps in the fast lane
Selling drugs poisoning peoples
just a thought 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 here
All the and the hallan
Man, you sell some pot instead trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either dead or in violents
Yet your mom promised my nigga I'm being honest
Better wake up
Last of a breed
All I do is facts, jack
Look, the of the story
Souring hearts will never it
Plus their minded is twisted
It's a sickness when you your own kind