Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your baby never hurt
But he got his ass smoked at Mustard 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 moved a house in yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the
I even fucked with Slick down in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
Mane beef shit 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 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
I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you banging who you beefing with?

Is anybody us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back a bitch, man this 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 they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the injunction
'Cause it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

Maybe I should out my flag
I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should 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 back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin'
I got love for certain niggas, I've been this since knee high Nehi
And you a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

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

Maybe I should out my flag
I should put another crease in it
Maybe I iron out my flag
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 on probation, make him sit up in the back
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
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac

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 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
them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanners theme heaters
Look, sagging the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up signs
Homies still them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga say mine
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas the P
I'm really in the you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck and Ya ass in peace
Especially

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