Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, better got you

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, is everything
I got my nails done, pinky 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 hard we get
Body is temple, thats why the Ph love watin rinchels
Cuz doughnuts, they go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my cousin
It they were slippin by and we were tippin by
What, we trippin? Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was leaky

Its just another woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually em out the ball 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 from the base
underground, aks the homie May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody else out there be gidde
Playin niggas shit all up on the south deck
Weve got rappers from the CPT, K
We even got some from the SGV

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

Shit change on the block Im from
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, and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy aka Tracy D
Chocha prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble home kid false little easy
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, take it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech boys at me
We to be makin music on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, side up, DJ unknown
My local chop chop from the SGT
fesse, what up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half
Chill, spice on rock. Money I can trip low
I met your nigga Spook G

Pretty Tony in the play
Lil Leelee 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?
coast is nuttin right now mane
Thats it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint even about 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 right now

I to say it (thats my people)
On real shit (thats my people)
I aint on blood (thats my people)
And I aint on kush (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 mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, up good?
Imma at you in a minute Crystal
yo, Teddy Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
2Max and the Visionary
My nigga Flyintastic, E White in the House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
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, Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The division from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, west coast