Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

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

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

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

Back home, they 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone'
Same the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our grandmothers marched the clap on
There's stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs

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

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

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

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all they can find is a lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like can save 'em

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

home, it's not Compton but close
The same exist and the pain throbbin'
And are so common
It don't really bother us much we swallow it
Crack the bottle and smoke hope something

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

I try my best to keep it together cold
Like the windy city streets of
I pace back and forth looking for the courage to
But can't lap the source need something to nourish my

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

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

Back home, there's people calling us
People to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus, is overrated
'Cause you see every blemish and mistake and change it

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

On the concrete a 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 the place where I stay

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all they can find is a whole lot of
Back home, nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like can save 'em

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

takin' you back home y'all
Yeah, it's Sense, my God Mike
SLP yeah this is how we change
good music, this all for you baby, yeah