Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard
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 moved a house in yayo
And you know I gunners on the payroll
I even with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a made for
I open fire on her mouth, case closed
Came in this with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, 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 iron out my flag
Maybe I should put crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you gang banging who you beefing

Is anybody killing us, for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll
Lowkey is on drop, give a bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is 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 they 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 come to been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

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

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

Westside AM, in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' a Maybach
Whole city riding, I even 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'
I'ma be the street rider till the

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

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

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
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 roll
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the
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 holding heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang
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 bang the C niggas bangin' the P
I'm in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, around and Ya ass in peace
Especially

The homies in the cut on E, niggas turnt up and we bout 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 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