Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I Know your baby never nobody
But he got his ass at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in the little homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
nigga duke just moved a house in yayo
And you know I gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick in Daygo
Young these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a made for
I open fire on her open mouth, closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch
In a 6 tray rag brazy up the ave
What I'm got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

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

Is anybody killing us, that's for nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is mean?
Lowkey is on drop, a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of
Then lay back with a bitch, man 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 they be like, "Slick, why we 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 of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, and the hush
Gah

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

I put the woop in the woop like my
All I know is and FTB's
I ran back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It be empty"
I was eleven old with a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a blood 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 just bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre
Nigga this [?], made the mad
So east coast be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop
I'ma be the street rider the casket

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

The homies in the cut that's on E, 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, down for cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

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 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

I'm a Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them open, I'll 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 theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no time
Hit my tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies cooking them cops 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 bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is
On my mama and the hood, fuck and Ya ass in peace
Especially

The homies in the cut that's on E, turnt 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 in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac