Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

happens that'll put me back 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 home

I try my best to keep it together it's
Like the windy streets of December
I pace and forth looking for the courage to shine
But lap the source need something to nourish my mind

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

Back home, we've got a lot of on our minds
We're behind on something 'cause there's not enough time
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, is overrated
'Cause you see every blemish and mistake and change it

home is Alvarado K-Town and J-Town
Or Little Tokyo for those that know
Where figures shiver living in the littler
Where kids write bigger right the L.A. river

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

Back home, everybody's for somethin'
But all can find 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 the fact that
Life black when those lights go out
But I you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause a damn thing free back home

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