Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

dont change on the block 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 we ball
We on the grind again, is everything
I got my nails done, flyin pinky
Im actin like a king, Im sittin in my
With my roll on, get my on
Im tryna in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it elevates my and my body
Its so hard we get
Body is your temple, 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 really trippin?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was leaky

Its just another nigga woulda to the hundred miles Im runnin
I knock em out the ball park
But today I 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 from the
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody else out be actin gidde
Playin other niggas all up on the south deck
Weve got rappers the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some homies the SGV

They getting heard, they getting kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers the homeboy Merz
Glass through alone, put thugs on
Yea, dont even trip, even matter
Cuz we gon setup a west coast
Where we gon battle not against other
But other cities and states and rape niggas for their
for instance the home we tried light was BET
We fucked up for about 2 weeks
And when he he didnt get no deal
just 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 side

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

Get you some, got you some

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

Pretty Tony in the play
Lil Leelee doves up, 20
Yea nigga, they my folks, my people
Yea nigga, my people
Yea, be real and fats boss a
Yea, nigga have you it?
West coast is nuttin now mane
Thats it is mane
I mean I mean, it even about members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I didnt mention your name it aint cuz I got love for ya
Its like 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 hood (thats my people)

DJ Crazy
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, up good?
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, Roscoe in the CYA
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, 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
the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella Rose from the where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the strong warm
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division from Palm Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka
Yea, you know what it is, coast foul