Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I it back with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you can't him
See, cause to me it's total
For who done lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they
And try to the next dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you fried him
See, now what you niggas need is eyes
Although you made a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on fades fatality
I seen the same you seen in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but never
the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I to change
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,
Cause die for my homies

2]

Dedicated to my homies who trapped in the jail
Since these other 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 learn nothing else, I learned to and strive
Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I 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 motherfuckers claimin that represent life
Make sure them hoes is representin it
to me

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

3]

How you so called black politicians
me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote
So they can me on and off when they feel it
And try to control
But I refuse to
You away the plug out the game it ain't gon operate
So now picky 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
of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats
But you look at my music like an on these streets
I send this out to street in your city with blacks on em
Since motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto that
And every time I step my ass out the hood, I go
So you can miss me with that bullshit you
I keep it real with my niggas with no
So while you're teachin em that they can fake to
I teach em shit that they can to
My

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