Luyện nghe bài hát My Flag/Da Homies

Maybe I should out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
Maybe I iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing

I Know your baby never hurt
But he got his ass at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in the little homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That duke just moved a house in yayo
And you I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy down in Daygo
Young these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a made for
I fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's fuck haters
Bad I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going up the ave
What I'm got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

Maybe I iron out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you banging who you beefing with?

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody
Mainline, waistside, nigga
Fuck peace, for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a of patron
Then lay back a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God

I won't stop a blood to gangland
To my dope kicked in locked up in a strange land
So they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to leaf
You can do a whole documentary on just me
Call it "The of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the
Gah

Maybe I iron out my flag
Maybe I put another crease in it
Maybe I should out my flag
If you gang banging who you with?

I put the woop in the woop like my
All I know is VNG's and
I ran back to back, that's on STB
And if you you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin'
I got love for certain niggas, I've doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

Westside AM, back in a jacket
Mister LA back, my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre
Nigga this [?], the game mad
So east coast niggas be "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should rappin'
be the street rider till the casket

Maybe I should out my flag
Maybe I should put another in it
Maybe I should iron out my
If you banging who you beefing with?

The homies in the cut on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

The in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the roll deep
on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you get the message
Leave them open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the where them tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say
The homies in the cut on E
Some niggas bang the C niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is
On my and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
when

The homies in the cut on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The on probation, make him sit up in the back
to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup of 'gnac