Luyện nghe bài hát My Homie

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Damn. I thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
Like bone said, to all my ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me dressed in all
At a funeral with a chrome gat
Who died p, I guess it was my homie,
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the
It was sad, my homie a damn fall
of like the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and my homie with a oozie
Now me and got to ride
the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big moon
I mean dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me and say, "boy, yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for
And if I die on the streets, then it's my to go
But if I live to see another day, funeral
It's sad, I look they eyes
Damn, got to die
But one day, I guess we gon to up
When puttin me in that black truck
It be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody did up
Cause in the ghetto live like jesse james
I still question God for callin my name

Chorus I (2x): why my had to die?
Now somebody mama cry

Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me
But seein my brother layin dead on floor kinda fucked me up
I never thought he could be here he could be gone
I thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo to go, who gon protect you
See died in my family, didn't even much affect you
I wonder why my died at such a young age
I wonder why my homie didn't make the front page
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa
me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to hard
But look at mr. president in the white house to play god
Put us all in one big ole
They call it housin projects, I call it one big

Damn. like the statue of liberty is cryin
I that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

I (2x)

My nigga dead, my died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a deala
I'm paranoid, lookin for the that did him in
They say it was his homie been his best friend
My mama tell me keep my head on ground
But I can't forget how my brotha down
An eye for an eye, another must his life
Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody
when you dead, you can't get a second chance
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty
I sit and remenisce about the old days
Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke
When I daydream, sometimes I gots to
Close my and then I see my fuckin brother again
And when I up I'm hit by reality
Realizin, it was a memory
Cause everybody put us down for bein dealas
But I say em, and rest in peace kevin miller

Chorus ii (2x): why my brother had to
Now somebody mama cry
Why my homie had to
Now somebody mama cry

(why my homie had to die) huh, y'all betta wake up, and realize,
This muthafuckin album (why my got to die) is dedicated to all the
Niggaz that got a second chance on life, and constantly goin to
Funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly to realize, why they
People gotta die (why my brother had to die) and to all them
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the (why my homie had to die)
Crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. I know y'all got them
earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
(I told ya kevin, nigga) herbin on this silkk the shit. cause ya'll
Know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga shocked the world
(nigga yo brother done did shit) y'all niggaz feel this shit,
Everywhere (silkk, me and c) all cross the boulder (tru, nigga)
Ya'll niggaz feel this shit (no limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I
You we was gon take over rap shit, nigga) I know you wearin that tatoo
Up there, fool. (lettin it be known) me, silkk and c (yeah, we down
Handlin our business) here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
on mo wet (? ? ? , fool) toastin to you fool. huh, we done took over
This rap game nigga. let niggaz up there know what's happenin.