Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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 Know your baby never nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in 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 Mitchy Slick down in
Young General these niggas spray for
You Fuck and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga for
I open on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 rag going brazy up the ave
I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

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

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

I stop being 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 tryin' get off the gang injunction
when 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 Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

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

I put the woop in the woop my DLB's
All I is VNG's 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 years 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, in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' a Maybach
Whole riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east coast be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop
I'ma be the street till the casket

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

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas 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 homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll
Finger on the trigger, bandana 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, 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 roll
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the
After that, straight to the hood where tanners holding theme heaters
Look, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still up gang signs
Homies still them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say
The homies in the cut on E
Some niggas the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you 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, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the
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 whatever cuz the homies deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac