Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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 with?

I Know your baby never hurt
But he got his ass smoked at that 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 moved a house in
And you know I keep gunners on the
I even fucked with Mitchy down in Daygo
General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna paper
In a 6 tray rag going up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should out my -

Maybe I should out my flag
Maybe I put another 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, westside
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a of patron
lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I stop being a blood 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
when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole documentary on just me
it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the in the woop like my DLB's
All I is VNG's and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you know me
Big homie 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 been doing this knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real if you didn't bang at the beehive

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

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

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 weed spot and get 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 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, 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 roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton I hope you niggas get the message
them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them holding theme heaters
Look, sagging the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still up gang signs
Homies still cooking cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga say mine
The homies in the cut on E
niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' 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 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 weed spot and get another
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
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac