Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you change him
See, cause to me it's disrespect
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
Turn and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the next dude
To get up out the like you
But you fried him
See, now what you need is open eyes
Although you made a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on fades fatality
I seen the same shit you seen in the
And you can blame on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, straight stuck ya
Now how the am I supposed to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain't known to change
And all my niggas can 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 I'll die for my

2]

Dedicated to my homies who been in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I to struggle and strive
the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black community seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and make a strange
no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my
Can't make me go change my story
So motherfuckers that they represent life
Make them hoes 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 black politicians
Knock me for the game I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote
So they can turn me on and off when they 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 picky the wickedly ways
And I been inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is
All the game millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on streets
I send out to every street in your city with blacks on em
every motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto than
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 my niggas with no question
So you're teachin em that shit they can fake to
I teach em that they can relate to
My

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