Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I it back with all my old school game
No how you hate the og, you can't change him
See, cause to me it's total
For motherfuckers who done lived in the
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 need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a million, you an open mind
down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on life fades
I seen the same you seen in the 70's
And you can blame on me, but nigga never
Beat the of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who ain't with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
A place that since my mother been born it ain't been to change
And all my niggas can relate to what I 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 trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers seem to they respect
For the place, niggas got on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get down you stand on your feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and
Cause the ghetto a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every community done seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and make a change
Ain't no forgettin it started for me
The out the hood never departed from me
No matter how many try to change my story
Can't nobody me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin they represent life
sure 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 you so called black politicians
Knock me for the game 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 it ain't gon operate
So now we're with the wickedly ways
And I done been inside the in his belly for six days
Cause solutions is institutionalize
All the game made millionaires would to survive
of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats
But you at my music like an ounce on these streets
I this 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 every time I step my ass out the hood, I go
So you can me with that bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas with no
So while you're teachin em that shit can fake to
I em shit that they can relate to
My

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