Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

Maybe I should out my flag
I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you banging who you beefing with?

I Know your baby never nobody
But he got his ass smoked at Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just a house in yayo
And you I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy down in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out Range Ro'
Mane that beef is what a nigga made for
I open on her open mouth, case closed
in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch
In a 6 rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga I should iron out my -

Maybe I iron out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
I should iron out my flag
If you gang who you beefing with?

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, nigga
peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout mama
When it's on, on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I won't stop a blood to gangland
To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange
So when be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang
'Cause when it to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on me
Call it "The of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

Maybe I should out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
I should iron out my flag
If you banging who you beefing with?

I put the woop in the like my DLB's
All I is VNG's and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, on STB
And if you you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you bang at the beehive

Westside AM, back in a jacket
LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' a Maybach
Whole city riding, I even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east coast be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
be the street rider till the casket

Maybe I should out my flag
I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you gang who you beefing with?

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we to hit the street
The homie on probation, him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of

The in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up signs
still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas the P
I'm really in the streets you other is weak
On my mama and the hood, around and Ya ass in peace
when

The in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
Bout to hit the spot and get another sack
I said, the in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of