Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Its another 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 through white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no,
We fo sho, ask the homie from the base
underground, aks the homie May Ray
And thank God for the station
Cuz everybody else out be actin gidde
Playin other niggas shit all up on the deck
Weve got rappers the CPT, K Cavy
We even got homies from the SGV

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

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

Get you some, better got you

Gang lookin hard, they claim 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 aka Tracy D
Chocha more prane, the a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid false little
LA champ, maestro my LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, boys halla at me
We need to be makin music on real shit, loco
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 met your nigga Spook G

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I aint on blood (thats my people)
And I aint trippin on (thats my people)
Im down with the (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 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, Lamont, Psycho 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
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the Deena where the is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the strong warm
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front
Mak More, Mr. Fab from up
The division from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, coast foul