Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

Yea, thats my out there man
blood over there? Yea, thats my people
Guns over there? Yea, my people
Every time they me right there, thats my people
all my peoples man

Shit dont on the block Im from
We tic toc knock and we run

Get you some, got you some

be hard headed cuz you headed for the fall
My man just a fan, said he love the way we ball
We on the again, everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin ring
Im actin a king, Im sittin in my throne
With my roll on, get my on
Im tryna in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it elevates my and my body
Its so we get simple
Body is temple, thats why the Ph love watin rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my cousin
It seems they were slippin by and we were by
What, we trippin? Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my was definitely leaky

Its just another nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im
I usually knock em out the ball
But I blunt it instead of getting plenty
I take you back to the old
11.5 white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho, ask the homie from the
underground, aks the homie May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody else out there be gidde
Playin other niggas shit all up on the deck
Weve got from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got homies from the SGV

aint getting heard, they getting kicked to the curve
We even got rappers like the homeboy Merz
through alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, dont trip, dont even matter
Cuz we gon setup a coast battle
Where we gon battle not each other
But other cities and states and niggas for their cake
Like for the home we tried light was BET
We fucked up for about 2 weeks
And when he finished he get no deal
They just put the script on cool like the
Im to analyze and capitalize
So you could realize Im the big homie
Put me down so we go east

Shit dont change on the block Im
We tic toc sock and we run

Get you some, got you some

Gang bangin lookin hard, they claim that I it forward
Now get your hands on my cookie jar
Peace to my DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha more prane, the lady a abrazed
Rubble home kid false little easy
LA champ, maestro my LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, boys halla at me
We to be makin music on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, east up, DJ unknown
My local chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half
Chill, on boat rock. Money I can trip low
I even met your Spook G

Pretty Tony in the lifestyle
Lil Leelee doves up, 20
Yea nigga, they my folks, my people
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be real and fats a leanin
Yea, nigga you seen it?
West coast is nuttin now mane
what it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint even members who worst rhyme
Im just givin a lil
If I didnt mention your it aint cuz I aint got love for ya
Its just like that my
Its all right now
Its all right now

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I trippin on blood (thats my people)
And I trippin on kush (thats my people)
Im with the grind (thats my people)
Yea, how sound? (thats my people)
Its all to the (thats my people)
In all and hood (thats my people)

DJ Tunes
Got the hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
Imma halla at you in a Crystal
Sippy yo, Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My nigga is slick
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the Deena the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The division from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka
Yea, you what it is, west coast foul