Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

Yea, thats my people out man
blood over there? Yea, thats my people
Guns over 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 knock and we run

Get you some, got you some

Dont be headed cuz you headed for the fall
My man just a fan, said he the way that we ball
We on the grind again, everything is
I got my nails done, flyin ring
Im actin like a king, Im in my throne
With my roll on, get my on
Im stay in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it my mind and my body
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 they spot, me and my cousin
It seems they were slippin by and we tippin by
What, we really trippin?
Retrospectively speakin, my was definitely leaky

Its just nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually knock em out the ball
But I blunt it instead of getting plenty
I take you to the old days
11.5 through zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We fo sho, ask the homie from the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody else out there be actin
Playin other shit all up on the south deck
Weve got rappers from the CPT, K
We got some homies from the SGV

They aint getting heard, they getting to the curve
We even got rappers like the homeboy Merz
Glass alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, dont trip, dont even 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
Like for instance the home we tried was BET
We niggas up for about 2 weeks
And he finished he didnt get no deal
They put the script on cool like the minister
Im here to analyze and
So you could Im the big homie Snoop
Put me down so we go side

Shit change on the block Im from
We tic toc knock 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 motherfuckin jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka D
Chocha more prane, the lady a break
Rubble inch home kid little easy
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it
Terrence Martin, boys halla at me
We need to be music on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, side up, DJ unknown
My father local chop chop the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up
Met Tony Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on boat rock. Money I can low
I even met your 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 a leanin
Yea, have you seen it?
coast is nuttin right now mane
Thats it is mane
I I mean, it aint even about members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I didnt mention your name it aint cuz I aint got for ya
Its like that my nigga
Its all right 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 with the grind (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, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
2Max and the Crew
My Flyintastic, E White in the White House
Fo life? My Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San
Bella Rose from the Deena the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know it is, west coast foul