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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
nigga duke just moved a house in yayo
And you know I gunners on the payroll
I fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta for
You around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga for
I open fire on her open mouth, closed
Came in this bitch Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, 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 iron out my flag
Maybe I should put crease in it
Maybe I iron out my flag
If you banging who you beefing with?

Is anybody killing us, for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is mean?
is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, on, pop it like a bottle 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 then kicked in up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we 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 documentary on just me
Call it "The of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

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

I put the woop in the woop like my
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 said "It be empty"
I was eleven old with a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high
And you ain't a real if you didn't bang at the beehive

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

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

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
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 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, niggas turnt up and we 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 that's on E, down for whatever cuz the roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm down to the seaters
After that, straight to the where them tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play
Hit my first tour I was still up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga say mine
The in the cut that's on E
niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
Especially

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
to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac