Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

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

I your baby 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 moved a house in
And you know I gunners on the payroll
I fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta for
You Fuck around and 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a made for
I open on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, touch paper
In a 6 rag going brazy up the ave
I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

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

Is killing us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, nigga
peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout mama
When it's on, on, pop it like a bottle of patron
lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I won't stop 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 tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Real Whooper"
did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Gah

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

I put the woop in the woop like my
All I know is and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, 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 a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you bang at the beehive

AM, back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, my A track
Middle of July, I'm tryin' bring a Maybach
city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this [?], the game 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 beefing

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 on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, round the Mac
Ride through the 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, make him sit up in the
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, round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the
Leave them 16's open, I'll them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanners theme heaters
Look, down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking 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 bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is
On my and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
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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 on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the with a cup full of 'gnac