Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old school
No matter how you hate the og, you can't him
See, cause to me it's total
For motherfuckers who done lived in the
Turn around and they shit
And try to downgrade the next dude
To get up out the like you
But you straight him
See, now what you niggas need is open
Although you yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind
down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on fades fatality
I the same shit you seen in the 70's
And you can blame on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up
Niggas who bullshit with life, they 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 to what I bring to 'em
of turnin my back, I sing 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
these other motherfuckers seem to lost 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 nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive
Cause the ghetto a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But black community done seen the same thing
come up out the hood and make a strange change
Ain't no forgettin it started for me
The hustle out the hood never from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my
nobody make me go change my story
So claimin that they represent life
Make sure them hoes is it right
to me

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

3]

How dare you so called politicians
me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, wanna put me on remote control
So they can turn me on and off when they 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 picky with the ways
And I done inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause solutions is institutionalize
All the made millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to beats
But you look at my like an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every street in your with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to 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 that bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas no question
So while you're teachin em that they can fake to
I em shit that they can relate to
My

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