Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

Maybe I should iron out my
Maybe I should put crease 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 Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

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

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

Is anybody us, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a of patron
Then lay 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 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 gang
'Cause when it to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu on just me
Call it "The 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
I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing

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

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

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 beefing

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

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 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, round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where tanners 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 them hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's out names, nigga don't say mine
The in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in
when

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 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 the hood with a cup full of 'gnac