Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you change him
See, to me it's total disrespect
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they
And try to downgrade the next tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you straight him
See, now you niggas need is open eyes
Although you yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on
And he who grips, slip on life fatality
I seen the same you seen in the 70's
And you can shit on me, but nigga never
the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain't known to change
And all my niggas can relate to what I to 'em
Instead of turnin my back, I to 'em

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Jockin my
for my homies, think?
Cause I'll die for my

2]

Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the
Since these motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your
If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and
Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I lie
But every black community done seen the same
Somebody up out the hood and make a strange change
no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my
Can't nobody make me go change my
So motherfuckers claimin they represent life
Make sure hoes is representin it right
to me

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Now break it down to the one time
(vocal breakdown)
to me now

3]

How dare you so called black
me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote
So they can turn me on and off when they it
And try to control
But I to cooperate
You take away the plug out the game it ain't gon
So now we're picky the wickedly ways
And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six
Cause they solutions is
All the game made millionaires would choose to
of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats
But you look at my like an ounce on these streets
I this out to every street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn backs on em
I got more love for the than that
And every I step my ass out the hood, I go back
So you can miss me with that bullshit you
I keep it real my niggas with no question
So you're teachin em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit that they can to
My

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