Luyện nghe bài hát My Peoples

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

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

Get you some, got you some

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

Its just nigga woulda added to the hundred miles Im runnin
I knock em out the ball park
But today I it instead of getting plenty
I take you to the old days
11.5 white 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 station
Cuz everybody else out be actin gidde
Playin niggas shit all up on the south deck
got rappers from the CPT, K Cavy
We got some homies from the SGV

aint getting heard, they getting kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers like the Merz
Glass alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, even trip, dont even matter
Cuz we gon setup a west battle
Where we gon battle not against other
But other cities and states and rape for their cake
Like for the home we tried light was BET
We fucked niggas up for 2 weeks
And when he finished he didnt get no
just put the script on cool like the minister
Im here to analyze and
So you could realize Im the big Snoop
Put me so we go east side

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

Get you some, got you some

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

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

I to say it (thats my people)
On some real (thats my people)
I aint trippin on (thats my people)
And I aint on kush (thats my people)
Im with 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 hottest motherfuckin mixtapes on the streets right now nigga
Oh and the homie on the flow, what up
Imma halla at you in a Crystal
yo, Teddy Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Rim
Yea, Dia and The Homeless Nation
and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic, E in the White House
Fo life? My Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San
Bella Rose the Deena where the grass is greener
Ye ye, my X to the Z in the strong warm steady
Thats it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie, Line
Mak More, Mr. Fab up north
The civic division from Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka
Yea, you know what it is, coast foul