Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that party
OG Blood, everybody me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just a house in yayo
And you I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in
Young General these niggas spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
Mane that beef is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, closed
Came in this bitch with Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma 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
Maybe I should put 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, nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck whatcho mama
it's 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 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 Hundred Percent Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the in the woop like my DLB's
All I is VNG's and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, on STB
And if you you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and "It better 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 ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the

Westside AM, in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A
Middle of July, I'm just bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I even did a Dre track
Nigga [?], made the game mad
So coast niggas 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 iron out my flag
If you banging who you beefing with?

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 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 the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

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

I'm a Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanners theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang
Homies still cooking cops hop out with K9
Lot of callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut on E
niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm in the streets 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, turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
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 roll
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of