Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

be hard headed cuz you headed for the fall
My man a fan, said he love the way that we ball
We on the again, everything 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 tryna in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it my mind and my body
Its so we get simple
Body is temple, thats why the Ph love watin rinchels
Cuz doughnuts, they go nuts for a dozen
up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It they were slippin by and we were tippin by
What, we really Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my was definitely leaky

Its just another woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually knock em out the park
But today I blunt it instead of getting
I take you to the old days
11.5 white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho, ask the homie the base
underground, aks the homie May Ray
And thank God for the payday
Cuz else out there be actin gidde
Playin other niggas shit all up on the south
Weve got from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some homies the SGV

They aint getting heard, they getting kicked to the
We even got rappers like the homeboy Merz
Glass through alone, somebody put on
Yea, dont even trip, dont matter
Cuz we gon setup a west coast
we gon battle not against each other
But other cities and states and niggas for their cake
for instance the home we tried light 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 analyze and
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, claim that I took it forward
Now get your on my motherfuckin cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Western
The warzone, the alcoholics, T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid little easy
LA champ, my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Martin, Meech boys halla at me
We need to be makin on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My local chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up
Met with Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on boat rock. Money I can low
I even met your Spook G

Pretty Tony in the lifestyle
Lil Leelee up, 20 crip
Yea nigga, they my folks, they my
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be and fats boss a leanin
Yea, nigga have you it?
West coast is nuttin now mane
what it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint about members who worst rhyme
Im just givin a lil
If I didnt mention your name it aint cuz I 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 real (thats my people)
I aint trippin on (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 hood (thats my people)

DJ Crazy
Got the motherfuckin hottest mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the on the flow, what up good?
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, 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 where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Line
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 what it is, west coast foul