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 disrespect
For motherfuckers who done in the ghetto
Turn and talk they shit
And try to the next dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you straight him
See, now you niggas need is open eyes
Although you yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose your on reality
And he who grips, slip on fades fatality
I seen the same you seen in the 70's
And you can blame on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they straight ya
Now how the fuck am I to change
A place that since my mother been born it been known to change
And all my niggas can to what I bring to 'em
Instead of turnin my back, I 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, got game 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 learned to and strive
Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I lie
But every black community seen the same thing
Somebody up out the hood and make a strange change
no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the never departed from me
No how many niggas try to change my story
Can't nobody me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin that they represent
sure them hoes is representin it right
to me

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

3]

How dare you so called black
me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, wanna put me on remote control
So they can me on and off when 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 picky the wickedly ways
And I done been the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is
All the game made would choose to survive
Instead of dead, we bounce to these beats
But you at my music like an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every street in your with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got 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 you stressin
I keep it real with my with 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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