Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, better got you

Dont be hard cuz you headed 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 nails done, flyin ring
Im actin like a king, Im in my throne
With my roll on, get my 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 your temple, why the Ph love watin rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, go nuts for a dozen
Shut up spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin by and we were by
What, we trippin? Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was definitely

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

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

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

Get you some, better got you

bangin lookin hard, they claim that I took it forward
Now get hands on my motherfuckin cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Tracy Dangerous aka D
more prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid false little
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it
Terrence Martin, Meech halla at me
We need to be makin music on some real shit,
L Dogg, east up, DJ unknown
My father local chop chop the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil deal
Chill, spice on boat rock. Money I can low
I met your nigga Spook G

Pretty Tony in the lifestyle
Lil Leelee up, 20 crip
Yea nigga, they my folks, my people
Yea nigga, my people
Yea, be real and fats a leanin
Yea, nigga you seen it?
coast is nuttin right now mane
Thats it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint even members who worst rhyme
Im just a lil love
If I didnt mention 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 some shit (thats my people)
I aint trippin on (thats my people)
And I aint on kush (thats my people)
Im down with the (thats my people)
Yea, how that (thats my people)
Its all to the (thats my people)
In all and every (thats my people)

DJ Tunes
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, in the CYA unit
All my crews, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Homeless
and the Visionary Crew
My Flyintastic, E White in the White House
Fo life? My nigga is slick
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the Deena where the grass is
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the strong steady
it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division from Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, west coast