Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

How cool is gang
It's when you and your homies hanging huh?
Your had did it so it's a chain reaction
Relate to your because them two are bastards
Feel that your hood look good in Jordans
Striking name on the wall to feel important
Banging on hoping they push a line
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 coming for the footage
Channel 9, 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11
Another baby for the
Another casket action
In a matter of a second matters when you reppin for your turf
it down, have heart - Put in work
That's the moral of the story you're worried and you're wicked
And your mental get it
It's a when you kill your 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 me) n I'm (I'm just like you)
It's up to you to
How your gonna your life
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)
(just like me) n I'm (just like you)

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

Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got hands out like you holding something
If you don't out for nothin
Knock, knock, knock the feds are
You ain't even thinking
Cause your is on the money
Jealous niggaz politicking on the 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 greedy and you're wicked
But your will never get it
It's a sickness when you your own kind

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

Mmm mmm

Man these niggaz out here
All the and the hallan
Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit
Where is all these father figures he either dead or in violents
Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm honest
wake up fast
Last of a breed
All I do is facts, jack
Look, the moral of the
Souring hearts will feel it
Plus their is really twisted
a sickness when you kill your own kind