Luyện nghe bài hát Every Soldier In The Hood

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This is for and fools, man
Don't stand over
Shaolin over here and I
Chill, chill, chill, man

To every in the hood, go in
To real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and your guns on swollen

To soldier in the hood, go in
To real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, alive
rolling and keep your guns on swollen

Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain
the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with generals
Drugs, guns, chilling on the out
make me pop you, this is not cool

Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the
Shitting up blood, fingers is
Many when you fight in my walls
It's like Michael and the Bulls, see a flying piece of iron, no

No fib and no bullshitting, the is forbidden
We like Crouching Tiger, you a fucking kitten
to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
Bitches is watching, you in the open, yo

Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the
bounded with more wiff
Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them
Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, your ones on folding
it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and keep your on swollen

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay
Keep rolling and keep guns on swollen
(Yeah ah, man)

Ay, the streets be and shit
A lot of be calling it quits
They be calling my flow ill but still I'm calling in sick
This is Meth Man, New niggas calling me piff

the cops that be calling me Cliff
Flag me on the Concord, police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake women all in my mix, wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your

We live the life, and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
a ace, kick the dice and run
Plead your case, you ain't as son, I got the drive to win
So where you niggas get license from?

Bite a ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my itch
And coke is blowing they noses
My got cream and you know this
So nigga get yours, the door to opportunity closes

To every in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, alive
Keep rolling and keep your guns on

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it a ninja in scribes, stay alive
rolling and keep your guns on swollen