Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your baby hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that party
OG Blood, everybody know me I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
nigga duke just moved a house in yayo
And you I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy down in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
Mane that beef shit is a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case
Came in this bitch Chuck 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 -

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

Is anybody us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho
When on, it's on, pop it like a bottle 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 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
when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent 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 iron out my
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 back to back, that's on STB
And if you you a blood, shit, you better 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 high
And you ain't a real if you didn't bang at the beehive

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

Maybe I iron out my flag
Maybe I should put crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
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, 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, bandana the Mac
Ride the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

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 spot and get another
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
through 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, I'll 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 theme
Look, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them hop out with K9
Lot of callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
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 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 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 cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac