Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

Shit dont change on the 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, he love the way that we ball
We on the grind again, everything is
I got my nails done, flyin ring
Im actin a king, Im sittin in my throne
my roll on, get my grub on
Im tryna in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it elevates my mind and my
Its so we get simple
Body is your temple, thats why the Ph love rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, go nuts for a dozen
Shut up spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they slippin by and we were tippin by
What, we really trippin?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was leaky

Its just another woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I knock em out the ball park
But today I blunt it of getting plenty
I take you to the old days
11.5 through zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We fo sho, ask the homie from the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And thank God for the station
Cuz everybody else out be actin gidde
Playin other niggas all up on the south deck
Weve got rappers the CPT, K Cavy
We got some homies from the SGV

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

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 that I took it forward
Now get your hands on my cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka D
Chocha more prane, the lady a break
inch home kid false little easy
LA champ, my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, boys halla 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, what up
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half
Chill, spice on boat rock. I can trip low
I even met your nigga G

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some shit (thats my people)
I aint trippin on (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 every (thats my people)

DJ Crazy
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the on the flow, what up good?
Imma halla at you in a minute
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Nation
2Max and the Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E White in the White
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
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
it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab from up
The civic division Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka
Yea, you what it is, west coast foul