Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

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

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

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

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

I won't stop a blood to gangland
To my dope kicked in locked up in a strange land
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 come to this been, I'm a monster to leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on me
Call it "The Life of a Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is and FTB's
I ran back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you know me
Big homie me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven old with 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 didn't 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 ain't did a Dre track
this [?], made the game mad
So east niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should rappin'
be the street rider till the casket

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

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 weed spot and get another
I said, the in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
through the hood 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 in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm down to the seaters
After that, to the hood where them tanners holding theme heaters
Look, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang
still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's out names, nigga don't say mine
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm in the streets you other niggas 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 weed spot and get 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