Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

Dont be hard headed cuz you headed for the
My man just a fan, said he love the way that we
We on the grind again, everything is
I got my nails done, pinky ring
Im actin a king, Im sittin in my throne
With my roll on, get my on
Im tryna stay in shape, I 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 doughnuts, they go nuts for a dozen
Shut up spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin by and we tippin by
What, we trippin? Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was definitely

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 plenty
I you back to the old days
11.5 through zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho, ask the homie the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And thank God for the payday
Cuz everybody else out there be actin
Playin niggas shit all up on the south deck
got rappers from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got homies from the SGV

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

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

Get you some, better got you

Gang bangin lookin hard, they claim that I it forward
Now get your hands on my motherfuckin jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Felony, Game and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha more prane, the lady a abrazed
Rubble home 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 real shit, loco
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My local chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil deal
Chill, spice on rock. Money I can trip low
I met your nigga Spook G

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some shit (thats my people)
I aint on blood (thats my people)
And I aint 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 Tunes
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
Imma at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, in the CYA unit
All my crews, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E White in the House
Fo life? My nigga is slick
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my X to the Z in the strong warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab from up
The civic from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the for La Coka Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, west coast