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 who done lived in the ghetto
around and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the next tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you fried him
See, now what you niggas need is open
you made 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 fades
I seen the same shit you in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but never
Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up
Niggas who bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
A place that since my mother been it ain't been known to change
And all my can relate to what I bring to 'em
Instead of my back, I sing to 'em

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Jockin my
for my homies, think?
Cause die for my homies

2]

Dedicated to my who been trapped in the jail
Since these other seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle streets
of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to and strive
Cause the ghetto a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black community done seen the thing
Somebody come up out the and make a strange change
Ain't no forgettin where it for me
The hustle out the hood departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to my story
nobody make me go change my story
So motherfuckers that they represent life
Make sure them is representin it right
to me

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

3]

How dare you so called politicians
Knock me for the game that I to my listeners
See, wanna put me on remote control
So they can turn me on and off they feel 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 with the wickedly ways
And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six
Cause they is institutionalize
All the game made millionaires choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these
But you look at my music like an ounce on 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 love for the ghetto than that
And every time I step my ass out the hood, I go
So you can miss me with bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas with no
So while you're teachin em that they can fake to
I teach em shit they can relate to
My

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