Luyện nghe bài hát Every Soldier In The Hood

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

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

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

Guaranteed to give you that works, your dump in the dirt
Shitting up blood, is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my
like Michael and the Bulls, see a flying piece of iron, no lying

No fib and no bullshitting, the is forbidden
We Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
'Bout to get that wig re-open and then 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 get down boys, we call them, them niggas
Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the

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

To every 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 guns on swollen
(Yeah ah, man)

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

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

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

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

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 your guns 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 and keep your guns on swollen