Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, y'all everybody's you out to the tiff, to the crib
Let's do it Mike,

Back home, searching for somethin'
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody and praying
'Cause they feel nothing can save 'em

And they try to out but they can't fight the fact that
Life goes black those lights go out
But I guess you just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a thing free back home

Back home, they holler and 'Blackstone'
block the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our grandmothers marched the guns on
There's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap

I travel the world just to come to it
The crib got a lot of soul black music I'm attached to it
In many ways this city me and gave me
The drama, honor, and

The streets seem hollow when I go to
It's cheap and sorrow times is hard to swallow
In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words the
and use them for survival gangs rival

Signs painted on walls hiero, glyphics
I tell 'em that this is all
Used to do dirt Shorty's goin' the same cycle
And trials like tryin' not to stay idle

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all they can find is a lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody hoping and
'Cause they feel like nothing can 'em

And they try to hold out but can't fight the fact that
Life black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free home

home, it's not Compton but close
The same problems exist and the pain
And are so common
It don't really us much we just swallow it
the bottle and smoke hope tomorrow something

Magical happens put me back in the biz
But the of it actually happening's kinda slim
Back home, we get the good at a glimpse
In the of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back

I try my best to it together it's cold
Like the windy city of December
I pace back and forth looking for the courage to
But lap the source need something to nourish my mind

I know we all lose quite a bit in only to gain some
or the dark winding roads we came from
But I with the night so I'm used to the shade
And never lose sight bringing truth to the game

Back home, we've got a lot of shit on our
We're always behind on something 'cause there's not time
And we're non-stop bottom line what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and out of the hospital

Back home, there's people calling us
People to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus, is overrated
'Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't it

Back home is K-Town and J-Town
Or Little Tokyo for those that don't
Where figures shiver living in the littler
Where kids bigger right inside the L.A. river

On the a symbol of our everyday way
It's that color and concentration over and gray
And by the the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place I stay

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all can find is a whole lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact
goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just out for your own
ain't a damn thing free back home

We're takin' you back home
Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God
SLP yeah is how we won't change
It's good music, all for you baby, yeah