Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, everybody's take you out to the tiff, to the crib
do it Mike, yeah

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of
Back home, nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they like nothing can save 'em

And they try to out but they can't fight the fact that
goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing back home

home, they holler 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone'
Same block the freebase yo we on
Where our grandmothers the guns clap on
There's liquor stores, supplies, and rap songs

I travel the just to come back to it
The crib got a lot of like black music I'm attached to it
In many ways this city me and gave me
The drama, honor, and

The streets seem hollow I go to Chicago
cheap wine and sorrow times is hard to swallow
In search of God's I borrow words from the
Bible and use them for gangs rival

painted on walls like hiero, glyphics
I tell 'em this is all tribal
Used to do dirt Shorty's goin' through the cycle
And trials like Michael not to stay idle

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody and praying
'Cause they feel like can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact
Life goes black those lights go out
But I you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a thing free back home

Back home, not Compton but close
The same problems exist and the throbbin'
And are so common
It don't bother us much we just swallow it
the bottle and smoke hope tomorrow something

Magical happens that'll put me in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's kinda
home, we get the good life at a glimpse
In the of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back

I try my best to keep it together it's
Like the windy city of December
I pace back and forth for the courage to shine
But can't lap the source need something to my mind

I know we all lose a bit in life only to gain some
Life or the winding roads we came from
But I move with the night so I'm used to the
And never lose sight bringing back to the game

Back home, we've got a lot of shit on our
We're always on something 'cause there's not enough time
And we're non-stop bottom line what we gotta do
To get some in the fridge and stay out of the hospital

Back home, there's people calling us
People trying to tell us all we is some focus
But focus, is overrated
'Cause you see blemish and mistake and can't change it

Back home is Alvarado and J-Town
Or Little for those that don't know
Where figures shiver living in the littler
Where write bigger right inside the L.A. river

On the a symbol of our everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy and
And by the the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place I stay

home, everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
'Cause they like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they fight the fact that
Life goes black when those go out
But I guess you just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing back home

We're takin' you back y'all
Yeah, it's Sense, my God Mike
SLP yeah is how we won't change
good music, this all for you baby, yeah