Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

Maybe I should 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 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 just a house in yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick in Daygo
Young General niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out Range Ro'
Mane that beef 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 brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, maybe I should iron out my -

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

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck whatcho mama
it's on, it's 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 a blood to gangland
To my dope then in locked up in a strange land
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 this been, I'm a monster to your
You can do a whole damu on just me
Call it "The Life of a Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

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

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

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?

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, for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
through the hood 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, him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them bad on records
Chuck me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanners holding heaters
Look, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still up gang signs
Homies still them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is
On my mama and the hood, around and Ya ass in peace
when

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the
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, for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the with a cup full of 'gnac