Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

Dont be hard headed cuz you headed for the
My man a fan, said he love the way that we ball
We on the grind again, is everything
I got my done, flyin pinky ring
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 my mind and my body
Its so we get simple
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 baby
It seems they were slippin by and we tippin by
What, we really Why?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was leaky

Its just another nigga added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually knock em out the park
But today I blunt it instead of plenty
I you back to the old days
11.5 through white zig-zags. Nigga, oh no,
We blow fo sho, ask the homie from the
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And thank God for the station
Cuz everybody out there be actin gidde
Playin other shit all up on the south deck
got rappers from the CPT, K Cavy
We got some homies from the SGV

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

Shit dont change on the 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 hands on my motherfuckin cookie jar
Peace to my DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Western Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha more prane, the a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid little easy
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, take it easy
Martin, Meech boys halla at me
We need to be makin music on some real shit,
L Dogg, east side up, DJ
My father chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up
Met Tony Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, on boat rock. Money I can trip low
I met your nigga Spook 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?
coast is nuttin right now mane
Thats what it is
I mean I mean, it aint even about members who 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 west now

I to say it (thats my people)
On real shit (thats my people)
I trippin on blood (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 Crazy
Got the hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the on the flow, what up good?
Imma halla at you in a minute
Sippy yo, Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Homeless
2Max and the Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White 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 steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Tie, Front Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka
Yea, you know what it is, west foul