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 because them two are
Feel that hood colour look good in Jordans
Striking your on the wall to feel important
Banging on niggaz they push a line
Say the street corner it's go time

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

Different different sides
But I could see it in your
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 change your life
(just like me) n I'm (just like you)
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)

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

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

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

You throw your life away?
On gang banging shit went off your brothers face
Or perhaps in the fast lane
Selling poisoning peoples brains
just 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 here
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather sell some pot trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either dead or in violents
Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being
Better up fast
Last of a breed
All I do is facts, jack
Look, the moral of the
hearts will never feel it
Plus their minded is really
It's a sickness when you kill your own