Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old school
No matter how you the og, you can't change him
See, cause to me it's total
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
Turn around and talk shit
And try to downgrade the dude tryin
To get up out the like you
But you straight him
See, now what you niggas need is open
Although you made yourself a a million, you keep an open mind
Cause the stretch, you lose your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on life fades
I seen the shit you seen in the 70's
And you can shit on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, up amongsta
Niggas who bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
A place that since my mother been born it ain't been known to
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 motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these
of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet
If I learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive
Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I lie
But every black community done the same thing
Somebody come up out the and make a strange change
no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the hood never from me
No how many niggas try to change my story
Can't make me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin they represent life
Make sure them hoes is representin it
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
Knock me for the game I explain to my listeners
See, wanna put me on remote control
So they can me on and off when they feel it
And try to control
But I refuse to
You take the plug out the game it ain't gon operate
So now we're with the wickedly ways
And I done been the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is
All the game made millionaires choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these
But you look at my music an ounce on these streets
I this out to every street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto than
And every I step my ass out the hood, I go back
So you can miss me with bullshit you stressin
I keep it real my niggas with no question
So while you're teachin em that shit they can to
I teach em shit that can relate to
My

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