Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that party
OG Blood, know me when I came 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 Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
Mane that shit 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 fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, maybe 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 banging who you beefing with?

Is killing us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout 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 won't stop being a to gangland
To my dope kicked 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 gang
'Cause when it to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a damu documentary on just me
it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

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

Westside AM, in a straight jacket
LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a
Whole city riding, I even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], the game mad
So east niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the rider till the casket

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

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 and get another sack
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 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 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, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of

I'm a real Compton I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make 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, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang
Homies still cooking them hop out with K9
Lot of callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The in the cut that's on E
niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you niggas 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 cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac