Luyện nghe bài hát My Homie

p]
Damn. I never I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
bone said, to all my homies 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,
rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie a damn fall
of like the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie a oozie
Now me and got to ride
After the funeral cause it's sad on my
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big moon
I people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama at me and say, "boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, it's my time 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 we gon to wake up
When they puttin me in that black
It could be you, it be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live 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 touched me much
But seein my layin dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
I never thought he be here then he could be gone
I never the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when yo time to go, who gon protect you
See died in my family, didn't even much affect you
I wonder why my homie died at such a age
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the page
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to
See ya watch out for all us killa kids
Belive me, I be a youngsta to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all of the done changed
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to hard
But look at mr. president in the house tryin to play god
Put us all in one big ole
They call it housin projects, I call it one big

Damn. looks like the statue of 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 that did him in
They say it was his homie coulda been his friend
My mama me keep my head on solid ground
But I can't forget how my went down
An eye for an eye, must lose his life
Never his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
Cause you dead, you can't get a second chance
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty
Sometimes I sit and about the old days
Sellin dope and playin ball up in them ways
I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin 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 em, and rest in peace kevin miller

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

(why my homie had to die) huh, y'all niggaz betta up, and realize,
This muthafuckin album (why my got to die) is dedicated to all the
Niggaz got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
Funerals (why my got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
People gotta die (why my brother had to die) and to all them
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
Crossfires, this dedicated to ya'll, too. cause I know y'all got them
Muthafuckin 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 done shocked the world
(nigga yo brother done did this shit) y'all niggaz this shit,
Everywhere (silkk, me and c) all cross the muthafuckin (tru, nigga)
Ya'll feel this shit (no limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I told
You we was gon take over 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) here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
Sippin on mo wet (? ? ? , fool) to you fool. huh, we done took over
This rap game nigga. let them niggaz up know what's happenin.