Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that party
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 I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga for
I open fire on her open mouth, closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch
In a 6 tray rag brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should out my -

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

Is killing us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is 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 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 in locked up in a strange land
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 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, moves and the
Gah

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

I put the woop in the like my DLB's
All I know is and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, 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 a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since 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
Middle of July, I'm tryin' bring a Maybach
city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop
be the street rider till the casket

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

The homies in the cut that's on E, 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 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 a cup full of 'gnac

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas 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
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave 16's 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 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, don't say mine
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in
when

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the
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
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the with a cup full of 'gnac