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 ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

this, me dressed in all black
At a strapped with a chrome gat
Who died p, I guess it was my homie,
rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my took a damn fall
Sort of the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But this was the deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a
Now me and got to ride
After the cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black
I people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama at me and say, "boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for
And if I die on the streets, it's my time to go
But if I live to see day, another funeral
It's sad, I into 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 gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live jesse james
I question God for callin my homie name

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

Now my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on really kinda fucked me up
I thought he could be here then he could be gone
I thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my family, didn't even much you
I why my homie died at such a young age
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa
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. president in the white tryin to play god
Put us all in one big ole
They call it housin projects, I it one big ghetto

Damn. looks the statue of liberty is cryin
I guess mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

I (2x)

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

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

(why my homie had to die) huh, 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
gotta die (why my brother had to die) and to all them muthafuckin
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
Crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. cause I know y'all got
earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
(I told ya kevin, nigga) herbin on this silkk the shocker shit. ya'll
Know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga shocked the world
(nigga yo brother done did this shit) niggaz feel this shit,
Everywhere (silkk, me and c) all cross the muthafuckin (tru, nigga)
Ya'll niggaz feel this (no limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I told
You we was gon over this 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) down here millions (believe that, nigga)
Sippin on mo wet (? ? ? , fool) toastin to you fool. huh, we done took
This rap game nigga. let them up there know what's happenin.