Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your baby never nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard
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 moved a in yayo
And you know I keep on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick in Daygo
Young General these gotta spray for
You around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case
Came in bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna paper
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 should put crease in it
Maybe I should out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing

Is anybody killing us, that's for nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
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 a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I stop being 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 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, and the hush
Gah

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?

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 eleven years old with a motha'fuckin'
I got for certain niggas, I've 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 bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider till the

Maybe I should iron out my
Maybe I put another crease in it
Maybe I 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 bout to hit the
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride 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 weed and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut 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

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the
Leave them open, I'll make them look bad on records
told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanners holding heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still up gang signs
Homies still them cops hop out with K9
Lot of callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut on E
Some niggas 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 on probation, make him sit up in the back
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 homies deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of