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

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

Different names different
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 like 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 cool is drugs?
It's love when you and yours is making huh?
Your uncles was hustlin' so a chain reaction
somebody's house just to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a
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 their hands out like you holding
If you look out for nothin
Knock, knock, knock the are coming
You even really thinking
Cause your mind is on the
Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to you bloody.

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

You ever throw your life
On this gang banging shit went off brothers face
Or perhaps living in the fast
drugs poisoning peoples brains
It's just a but don't stress it man
Just know mama out there sufferin'
Because she her baby to a stray bullet
Feel from all this gang shooting

Mmm mmm

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