Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass at that 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 just moved a in yayo
And you know I keep on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case
in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga I should iron out my -

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

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, westside
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0
No gimmicks, God

I won't stop being a 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 still get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the woop in the woop my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and
I ran back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better me
Big homie me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin'
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you bang at the beehive

Westside AM, back in a jacket
Mister LA back, free my A
of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east coast niggas be "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop
I'ma be the street till the casket

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?

The homies in the cut on E, niggas 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 whatever cuz the homies deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the 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 spot and get sack
I said, the in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Crip 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 tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up signs
Homies cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga say mine
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the you other niggas is weak
On my and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
when

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 whatever cuz the homies roll
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of