Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old school
No how you hate the og, you can't change him
See, cause to me it's disrespect
For motherfuckers who lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they
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 eyes
Although you yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose grips on reality
And he who grips, on life fades fatality
I seen the same shit you seen in the
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 been born it ain't been known to change
And all my niggas can to what I bring 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 trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers seem to lost they
For the place, got game on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked you stand on your feet
If I ain't nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive
the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black community done seen the same
Somebody come up out the hood and a strange change
Ain't no forgettin it started for me
The hustle out the hood departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to my story
Can't nobody make me go change my
So motherfuckers claimin that they 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 you so called black politicians
Knock me for the game that I to my listeners
See, wanna put me on remote control
So can turn me on and off when they feel it
And try to control
But I refuse to
You take away the plug out the game it ain't gon
So now we're with the wickedly ways
And I done inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they is institutionalize
All the game made would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these
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 motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the than that
And every time I my ass out the hood, I go back
So you can miss me with that you stressin
I keep it real my niggas with no question
So while you're em that shit they can fake to
I teach em that they can relate to
My

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