Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

Maybe I iron out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
Maybe I should 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 came in 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 on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick in Daygo
Young these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and 20 out this Range Ro'
that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna paper
In a 6 rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should out my -

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

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
out niggas, fuck 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 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 tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to 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, moves and the
Gah

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 put the in the woop like 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 know me
Big homie gave me a gun and "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin'
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you bang at the beehive

Westside AM, back in a jacket
LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
this [?], made 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

I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put crease 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 and get another 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 through the hood with a cup full of

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 and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you get the message
Leave them 16's open, 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, sagging down the A-Line, war it no play time
Hit my first I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies cooking 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 streets you other 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 homie on probation, him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the 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, round the Mac
Ride through the with a cup full of 'gnac