Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

Dont be hard headed cuz you for the fall
My man just a fan, said he the way that we ball
We on the again, everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin ring
Im actin like a king, Im sittin in my
With my on, get my grub 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, thats why the Ph watin rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, they go 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 to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually knock em out the ball
But today I it instead of getting plenty
I take you back to the old
11.5 white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho, ask the homie the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And God for the station payday
Cuz everybody out there be actin gidde
Playin other shit all up on the south deck
got rappers from 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 like the homeboy Merz
Glass through alone, somebody put on
Yea, dont even trip, dont even
Cuz we gon setup a west coast
Where we gon battle not against each
But other cities and states and rape for their cake
Like for the home we tried light was BET
We niggas up for about 2 weeks
And when he he didnt get no deal
They put the script on cool like the minister
Im to analyze and capitalize
So you could Im the big homie Snoop
Put me down so we go east

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

Get you some, better got you

Gang bangin lookin hard, they claim I took it forward
Now get hands 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 inch home kid false easy
LA champ, my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, boys halla at me
We need to be music on some real shit, loco
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My father local chop from the SGT
fesse, what up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half
Chill, spice on boat rock. Money I can low
I met your nigga Spook G

Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil doves up, 20 crip
Yea nigga, my folks, they my people
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be and fats boss a leanin
Yea, nigga you seen it?
West coast is nuttin right now
what it is mane
I I mean, it aint even about members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I didnt your name it aint cuz I aint got love for ya
Its just like 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 homie on the flow, up good?
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, in the CYA unit
All my crews, Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
2Max and the Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E White in the House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is
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
it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division from Palm Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the for La Coka Nostra
Yea, you what it is, west coast foul