Luyện nghe bài hát Ma Homiez

1]

(bring it back)
I bring it with 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 done in the ghetto
Turn around and talk shit
And try to the next dude tryin
To get up out the like 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
down the stretch, you lose your 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 nigga
Beat the 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 my mother been born it ain't been known to change
And all my niggas can relate to I bring to 'em
Instead of turnin my back, I to 'em

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Jockin my
for my homies, think?
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 on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin dead, you get down you stand on your feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I to struggle and strive
Cause the made a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But black community done seen the same thing
come up out the hood and make a strange change
Ain't no forgettin it started for me
The hustle out the never departed from me
No matter how niggas try to change my story
Can't nobody make me go change my
So motherfuckers claimin that they represent
Make them hoes is representin it right
to me

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

3]

How dare you so called politicians
Knock me for the game that I explain to my
See, they wanna put me on control
So they can turn me on and off when they it
And try to control
But I to cooperate
You take away the out the game it ain't gon operate
So now we're picky with the ways
And I done been the beast in his belly for six days
Cause solutions is institutionalize
All the made millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin dead, we to these beats
But you look at my music like an on these streets
I this out to every street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto that
And every time I step my ass out the hood, I go
So you can miss me with bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas with no
So while you're em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit that can relate to
My

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