Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your never hurt nobody
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 Mitchy down in Daygo
Young these niggas gotta spray for
You around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef is what a nigga made for
I fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag 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 anybody us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I stop 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 tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a to your leaf
You can do a whole damu on just me
Call it "The Life of a Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

Maybe I should out my flag
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 know is VNG's and
I ran phase to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better me
Big homie gave me a gun and "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you bang at the beehive

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 this [?], the game mad
So east coast be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider the casket

Maybe I should out my flag
Maybe I 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 turnt up and we to hit the street
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
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas up and we bout 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 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 with a cup of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the
Leave them 16's open, I'll 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 holding theme
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war it no play time
Hit my first tour I was chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut on E
Some niggas bang the C some bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, around and Ya ass in peace
Especially

The in the cut that's 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 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, bandana the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of