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

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

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

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

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

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

To soldier 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
(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 calling in sick
This is Meth Man, New niggas calling me piff

Fuck the cops that be 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 niggas wanna jump in your

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

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

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

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