Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Me

How cool is banging?
It's when you and your homies hanging huh?
uncles had did it so it's a chain reaction
Relate to homies because them two are bastards
that your hood colour look good in Jordans
Striking your name on the to feel important
on niggaz hoping they push a line
Say the wrong street corner go time

But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a
If the index finger it cameras coming for the footage
Channel 9, Channel 11, Nines, Mack 11
baby for the reverend
Another takin action
In a matter of a second nothing matters you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have - Put in work
That's the moral of the story when you're and you're wicked
And your never get it
It's a sickness you kill your own kind

Different different sides
But I see it in your eyes
you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you)
Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm just you)
up to you to decide
How your gonna change life
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)
Your (just me) n I'm (just like you)

How cool is selling
It's love when you and is making bucks huh?
Your was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction
somebody's house just to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a
You shinning now
It was to be a decoy
Serving them junkies to get some cash
To to your mama because she doing bad

Now on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something
If you look out for nothin
Knock, knock, knock the are coming
You ain't really thinking
Cause your mind is on the
Jealous politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.

But your blinded because you shinning fiend want hit
So you serve him 30
He O.D. off the
That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're
But your mind never get it
It's a sickness you kill your own kind

You ever throw your away?
On this gang banging shit off your brothers face
Or living in the fast lane
Selling drugs poisoning peoples
It's just a thought but don't it man
Just know mama out there sufferin'
she lost her baby to a stray bullet
Feel victim from all this shooting

Mmm mmm

Man niggaz out here walling
All the hooping and the
Man, you rather sell pot instead trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he dead or locked in violents
Yet mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest
Better wake up
Last of a dying
All I do is press facts,
Look, the of the story
Souring hearts will feel it
Plus their is really twisted
It's a sickness when you kill own kind