Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

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

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Jockin my
Ride for my homies,
I'll die for my homies

2]

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

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

3]

How you so called black politicians
Knock me for the game that I to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote
So they can turn me on and off they feel it
And try to take
But I refuse to
You take the plug out the game it ain't gon operate
So now we're picky with the ways
And I done been inside the in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is
All the game made millionaires choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we to these beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on these
I send this out to every street in your with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got to turn they 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 that bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas no question
So while you're em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit they can relate to
My

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