Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your baby never hurt
But he got his ass smoked at that party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I in with the little homies, Skeme!

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

Maybe I should iron out my
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 mean?
Lowkey is on drop, a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of
Then lay back with a bitch, man is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I won't being a blood to gangland
To my dope then in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your
You can do a whole documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

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

Westside AM, back in a straight
Mister LA back, free my A
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't did a Dre track
Nigga [?], made the game mad
So east coast be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider the casket

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

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

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we 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 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

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

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 whatever cuz the roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of