Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it back all my old school game
No matter how you hate the og, you can't him
See, to me it's total disrespect
For motherfuckers who lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they
And try to downgrade the dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto you
But you straight him
See, now what you need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an mind
Cause down the stretch, you lose grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on fades fatality
I seen the same shit you in the 70's
And you can blame shit on me, but never
the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they straight ya
Now how the fuck am I to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain't been to change
And all my niggas can relate to I bring to 'em
of turnin my back, I sing to 'em

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Jockin my
Ride for my homies,
Cause I'll die for my

2]

Dedicated to my homies who trapped in the jail
these other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you on your feet
If I ain't learn else, I learned to struggle and strive
Cause the ghetto a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black community done the same thing
Somebody come up out the and make a strange change
Ain't no where it started for me
The hustle out the hood departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to my story
Can't make me go change my story
So motherfuckers that they represent life
sure them hoes is representin it right
to me

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Now it down to the beat one time
(vocal breakdown)
to me now

3]

How dare you so called politicians
Knock me for the game I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote
So they can turn me on and off when feel it
And try to control
But I refuse to
You take away the plug out the game it gon operate
So now we're picky with the wickedly
And I done been the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they is institutionalize
All the game made millionaires would to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these
But you look at my music an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they on em
I got love for the ghetto than that
And time I step my ass out the hood, I go back
So you can miss me with that bullshit you
I keep it real my niggas with no question
So while you're teachin em that shit can fake to
I teach em shit they can relate to
My

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