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 and I hear
Chill, chill, chill, man

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

Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big cobras
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 you something that works, your dump in the dirt
Shitting up blood, is burnt
Many cycles 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
'Bout to get wig re-open and then smoked in
is watching, snatch you in the open, yo

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

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

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 keep guns on swollen
(Yeah ah, man)

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

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

We live the life, Starfaces and guns, I 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 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 soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on
Take it 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 in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and keep guns on swollen