Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

Yeah, y'all everybody's you out to the tiff, to the crib
Let's do it Mike,

Back home, searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can 'em

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

Back home, they holler 'Disciple' and
Same the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our marched the guns clap on
liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs

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

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

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

Back home, everybody's searching for
But all can find is a whole lot of nothin'
home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel nothing can save 'em

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

Back home, it's not Compton but
The same problems and the pain throbbin'
And folks are so
It don't bother us much we just swallow it
Crack the bottle and hope tomorrow something

Magical that'll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's slim
Back home, we get the good life at a
In the of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
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 lap the source need something to nourish my mind

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

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

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

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

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

home, everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of
Back home, ain't nobody hoping and
'Cause they like nothing can save 'em

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

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