Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you can't him
See, cause to me total disrespect
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they
And try to downgrade the dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you fried him
See, now what you niggas need is eyes
you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose your on reality
And he who grips, on life fades fatality
I seen the same you seen in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but never
Beat the flow of a youngster, up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they stuck ya
Now how the am I supposed to change
A place that my mother been born it ain't been known to change
And all my can relate to what 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 who been trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle streets
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and
the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black done seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and a strange change
Ain't no forgettin it started for me
The out the hood never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to my story
Can't nobody me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin that they represent
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 black politicians
me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on control
So they can turn me on and off when they it
And try to take
But I to cooperate
You take away the plug out the game it gon operate
So now we're picky the wickedly ways
And I done inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause solutions is institutionalize
All the game made would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these
But you at my music like an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every street in your city with on em
Since motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more for the ghetto than that
And time I step my ass out the hood, I go back
So you can miss me with that bullshit you
I keep it real with my niggas no question
So you're teachin em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit they can relate to
My

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