Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old game
No how you hate the og, you can't change him
See, cause to me it's disrespect
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
around and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the dude tryin
To get up out the like you
But you fried him
See, now what you need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a million, you an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose your on reality
And he who grips, on life fades fatality
I seen the same shit you in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but nigga
Beat the of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the am I supposed to change
A that since my mother been born it ain't been known to change
And all my niggas can relate to I bring to 'em
of turnin 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 homies who been in the jail
Since other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these
Instead of dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet
If I learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive
Cause the 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 make a strange
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 representin it
to me

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

3]

How you so called black politicians
Knock me for the that I explain to my listeners
See, they 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 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 millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we to these beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on these
I send this out to street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they on em
I got more love for the 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 while you're teachin em that shit can fake to
I teach em that they can relate to
My

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