Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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?

I Know your never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at Mustard 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 know I gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Slick down in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that shit is what a nigga made for
I fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch
In a 6 tray rag going up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should out my -

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

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, nigga
peace, this for Crenshaw kings
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 a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the 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 Percent Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and
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 said "It be empty"
I was eleven years old a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

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

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

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 roll
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
Bout to hit the spot and get another sack
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 hood with a cup full of

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the
Leave them 16's open, make them 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 heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no time
Hit my first I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say
The homies in the cut on E
Some bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in
when

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