Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

Shit dont change on the Im from
We tic toc knock 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 the way that we ball
We on the grind again, is everything
I got my done, flyin pinky ring
Im actin like a king, Im sittin in my
my roll on, get my grub on
Im tryna stay in shape, I weights and eat grapes
Cuz it my mind and my body
Its so hard we get
Body is your temple, thats why the Ph watin rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, they go for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby
It seems they were slippin by and we were by
What, we really trippin?
Retrospectively speakin, my was definitely leaky

Its just another nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im
I usually knock em out the park
But today I blunt it instead of getting
I take you to the old days
11.5 white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We fo sho, ask the homie from the base
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 south
Weve got from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some from the SGV

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

dont change 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 hands on my motherfuckin cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka D
more prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid little easy
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, nigga it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech halla at me
We need to be makin music on some real shit,
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My father 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 nigga Spook G

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I trippin on blood (thats my people)
And I aint trippin on (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 every (thats my people)

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