Luyện nghe bài hát Every Soldier In The Hood

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This is for and fools, man
stand over there
Shaolin over here and I
Chill, chill, chill, man

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

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

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

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 Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
'Bout to get that wig re-open and smoked in
is watching, snatch you in the open, yo

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

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

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

Ay, the streets be and shit
A lot of veterans be calling it
They be calling my flow ill but still I'm never in sick
This is Meth Man, New York calling me piff

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

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

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

To soldier 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 your guns on swollen

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