Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

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

But ignorance is bliss because them are soon gon' turn into a bullet
If the finger 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 second nothing when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, heart - Put in work
That's the moral of the story when worried and you're wicked
And your mental get it
It's a sickness when you kill own kind

Different different sides
But I could see it in your
That you're (just me) and I'm (just like you)
(just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you)
It's up to you to
How your gonna change your
(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 huh?
uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction
Risking somebody's house just to get it
Now see you as a D-Boy
You shinning now
It was hard to be a
Serving them junkies to get some quick
To give to your mama because she bad

Now on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something
If you look out for nothin
Knock, knock, the feds are coming
You ain't even really
your mind is on the money
Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to 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
a sickness when you kill your own kind

You ever your life away?
On this gang shit went off your brothers face
Or perhaps in the fast lane
Selling drugs poisoning brains
It's just a thought but stress it man
Just know somebody's mama out sufferin'
she lost her baby to a stray bullet
Feel from all this gang shooting

Mmm mmm

Man niggaz out here walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather sell some pot trying hit college
is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents
Yet your mom promised my nigga I'm being honest
Better wake up
of a dying breed
All I do is press facts,
Look, the of the story
Souring hearts will feel it
Plus their is really twisted
It's a when you kill your own kind