Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

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

Its just nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I knock em out the ball park
But today I blunt it instead of plenty
I you back to the old days
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 thank God for the station
Cuz everybody out there be actin gidde
Playin niggas shit all up on the south deck
Weve got rappers from the CPT, K
We even got some homies the SGV

They aint getting heard, they kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers like the Merz
Glass alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, dont even trip, dont matter
Cuz we gon setup a coast battle
Where we gon battle not each other
But other cities and states and rape niggas for their
Like for instance the home we tried was BET
We fucked up for about 2 weeks
And when he finished he get no deal
They put the script on cool like the minister
Im here to analyze and
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 motherfuckin jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha more prane, the lady a abrazed
Rubble inch home kid little easy
LA champ, my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech boys at me
We need to be music on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, side up, DJ unknown
My father local chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half
Chill, spice on boat rock. I can trip low
I even met your Spook G

Pretty Tony in the play
Lil Leelee doves up, 20
Yea nigga, my folks, they my people
Yea nigga, my people
Yea, be and fats boss a leanin
Yea, have you seen it?
West is nuttin right now mane
Thats what it is
I mean I mean, it aint about members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I didnt mention your name it cuz I aint got love for ya
Its just like my nigga
Its all west 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 that (thats my people)
Its all to the (thats my people)
In all and every (thats my people)

DJ Tunes
Got the motherfuckin motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the strong 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 Coka
Yea, you know what it is, west coast