Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

Yea, my people out there man
blood over there? Yea, thats my people
Guns over there? Yea, my people
Every time they pass me right there, my people
all my peoples man

Shit dont change on the Im from
We tic toc sock and we run

Get you some, better got you

be hard headed cuz you headed for the fall
My man just a fan, said he the way that we ball
We on the grind again, everything is
I got my done, flyin pinky ring
Im actin like a king, Im in my throne
With my roll on, get my on
Im stay in shape, I lift weights and eat grapes
Cuz it elevates my and my body
Its so hard we get
is your temple, thats why the Ph love watin rinchels
Cuz they doughnuts, they go for a dozen
Shut up spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin by and we tippin by
What, we really trippin?
Retrospectively speakin, my perspective was definitely

Its just another nigga added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I usually em out the ball park
But today I blunt it instead of getting
I take you to the old days
11.5 through zig-zags. Nigga, oh no, wait
We fo sho, ask the homie from the base
Your underground, aks the May Ray
And thank God for the payday
Cuz everybody out there be actin gidde
Playin other niggas shit all up on the deck
Weve got rappers the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some homies the SGV

They getting heard, they getting kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers like the Merz
through alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, dont even trip, even matter
Cuz we gon setup a west coast
Where we gon battle not each other
But other cities and and rape niggas for their cake
Like for instance the home we light was BET
We fucked up for about 2 weeks
And he finished he didnt get no deal
They put the script on cool like the minister
Im here to and capitalize
So you could realize Im the big homie
Put me down so we go east

dont change on the block Im from
We tic toc knock and we run

Get you some, got you some

Gang bangin lookin hard, they that I took it forward
Now get your hands on my cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony, Game and Union
The warzone, the alcoholics, king T, cartoon, Dangerous aka Tracy D
Chocha prane, the lady a break abrazed
Rubble inch home kid false little
LA champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton, nigga take it
Terrence Martin, Meech halla at me
We need to be makin music on some real shit,
L Dogg, side up, DJ unknown
My father local chop chop the SGT
Giordano fesse, up esse?
Met Tony Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on boat rock. I can trip low
I even met nigga Spook G

Pretty in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee up, 20 crip
Yea nigga, they my folks, they my
Yea nigga, they my
Yea, be real and fats boss a
Yea, nigga have you it?
West is nuttin right now mane
Thats it is mane
I mean I mean, it aint even members who worst rhyme
Im givin a lil love
If I mention your name it aint cuz I aint got love for ya
Its like that my nigga
Its all west now
Its all west now

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I trippin on blood (thats my people)
And I aint on kush (thats my people)
Im down the grind (thats my people)
Yea, how sound? (thats my people)
Its all to the (thats my people)
In all and every (thats my people)

DJ Crazy
Got the motherfuckin motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Homeless
2Max and the Visionary
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My nigga is slick
From the big ass game, San
Bella Rose from the Deena where the grass is
Ye ye, my nigga X to the Z in the warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Front
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the for La Coka Nostra
Yea, you know what it is, coast foul