Luyện nghe bài hát My Homie

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Damn. I never thought I'd be 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 p, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and him in the back
It was sad, my homie a damn fall
of like the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this no movie
Niggaz up and blasted my homie with a oozie
Now me and silkk got to
After the funeral cause sad on my side
in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people everyday, we all are doomed
My look at me and say, "boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I for myself
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
they puttin me in that black truck
It could be you, it be her
But in the end everybody 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 mama gonna cry

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

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

I (2x)

My dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm paranoid, lookin for the that did him in
say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
My mama tell me keep my head on solid
But I can't forget how my brotha went
An eye for an eye, another must his life
seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
Cause when you dead, you can't get a second
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dance
I sit and remenisce about the old days
Sellin and playin ball up in them coke ways
I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
Close my and then I see my fuckin brother again
And I wake up I'm hit by reality
Realizin, it was a memory
Cause put us down for bein drug dealas
But I say em, and rest in peace kevin miller

ii (2x): why my brother had to die?
Now somebody mama cry
Why my had to die?
Now mama 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 constantly to
Funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why
People gotta die (why my brother had to die) and to all 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, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the
(I told ya kevin, nigga) herbin on silkk the shocker shit. cause ya'll
Know (we was gon do this shit) my little done 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 this shit (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, and c (yeah, we down here
Handlin our business) down countin millions (believe that, nigga)
Sippin on mo wet (? ? ? , fool) toastin to you fool. huh, we done took
This rap game nigga. let them niggaz up there what's happenin.