Luyện nghe bài hát My Homie

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Damn. I never I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
Like bone said, to all my homies here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with a gat
Who died p, I it was my homie, black
rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a fall
Sort of the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this ain't no
Niggaz up and blasted 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 black
I mean dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me and say, "boy, yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then my time to go
But if I to see another day, another funeral
It's sad, I look into they
Damn, got to die
But one day, I we gon to wake up
When they puttin me in that truck
It be you, it could be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the ghetto live like jesse james
I still God for callin my homie name

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

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

Damn. looks like the of liberty is cryin
I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin

I (2x)

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

ii (2x): why my brother had to die?
Now somebody gonna cry
Why my had to die?
Now mama gonna cry

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