Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

Yea, my people out there man
blood over there? Yea, thats my people
Guns over there? Yea, my people
Every time they 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 love the way that we
We on the grind again, is everything
I got my done, flyin pinky ring
Im like a king, Im sittin in my throne
With my 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 your temple, thats why the Ph love rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, go nuts for a dozen
up they 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 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 getting
I you back to the old days
11.5 through zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho, ask the from the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody out there be actin gidde
Playin other niggas shit all up on the south
Weve got rappers from the CPT, K
We even got some from the SGV

aint getting heard, they getting kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers like the Merz
Glass through alone, somebody put on
Yea, dont trip, dont even matter
Cuz we gon a west coast battle
Where we gon not against each other
But other cities and states and rape for their cake
Like for the home we tried light was BET
We fucked niggas up for 2 weeks
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 homie
Put me down so we go east

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

Get you some, got you some

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

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I aint on blood (thats my people)
And I trippin on kush (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 Crazy
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now
Oh and the homie on the flow, up good?
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Nation
2Max and the Visionary
My Flyintastic, E White in the White House
Fo My nigga Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San
Bella Rose from the Deena where the is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know it is, west coast foul