Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

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

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

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

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

Get you some, better got you

Gang bangin lookin hard, they claim that I took it
Now get your on my motherfuckin cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy aka Tracy D
more prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid false easy
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, take it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech halla at me
We need to be makin on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My father local chop chop the SGT
Giordano fesse, up esse?
Met with Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on rock. Money I can trip low
I even met nigga Spook G

Pretty Tony in the lifestyle
Lil Leelee doves up, 20
Yea nigga, they my folks, they my
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be real and fats a leanin
Yea, nigga you seen it?
West coast is nuttin now mane
Thats it is mane
I I mean, it aint even about members who worst rhyme
Im just givin a lil
If I mention your name 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 real shit (thats my people)
I trippin on blood (thats my people)
And I aint on kush (thats my people)
Im down 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 Crazy
Got the hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, up good?
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, Roscoe in the CYA
All my crews, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
2Max and the Visionary
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella from the Deena where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division from Palm Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, west foul