Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

Shit dont change on the 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 love the way we ball
We on the again, everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin pinky
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 my mind and my body
Its so hard we get
Body is your temple, thats why the Ph love rinchels
Cuz doughnuts, they go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby
It seems they were slippin by and we were by
What, we trippin? Why?
speakin, my perspective was definitely leaky

Its just another nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im
I usually knock em out the ball
But today I blunt it instead of getting
I you back 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 everybody else out be actin gidde
Playin niggas shit all up on the south deck
got rappers from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some homies the SGV

They aint getting heard, they getting kicked to the
We got hip-hop rappers like the homeboy Merz
Glass through alone, somebody put on
Yea, dont even trip, even matter
Cuz we gon a west coast battle
Where we gon battle not each other
But other and states and rape niggas for their cake
for instance the home we tried light was BET
We niggas up for about 2 weeks
And when he finished he get no deal
They just put the on cool like the minister
Im here to and capitalize
So you could realize Im the big homie
Put me down so we go side

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

Get you some, better got you

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

Pretty Tony in the play
Lil Leelee up, 20 crip
Yea nigga, they my folks, they my
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be real and boss a leanin
Yea, nigga have you it?
West coast is right now mane
what it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint about members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I didnt mention name it aint cuz I aint got love for ya
Its just that my nigga
Its all right now
Its all right now

I to say it (thats my people)
On real shit (thats my people)
I trippin 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 Tunes
Got the motherfuckin hottest motherfuckin 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 and The Homeless Nation
2Max and the Visionary
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
From the big ass game, San
Bella Rose from the Deena where the grass is
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the strong warm
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front
Mak More, Mr. Fab from up
The civic division from Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, coast foul