Luyện nghe bài hát Hillwood

[First
The is 7'0, October the fifth,
I done did my months now my life take a shift,
In the freeworld now, you raised me good,
But instead I in the crazy hood,
I was three when my pops took a vacation,
Now I'm solo the revlation,
Gotta bolo for a fiend to hit,
And I show no feeny if u want shit,
I'm as the sky, fishin' for fry,
Be a G till the I die, oh my,
Why u ever test this mex in a Lex just banging
Tex, you know I'm gonna wreck this shit,
Along any other bitch who disrespect my clique,
a bit, I got the heart if a killa,
And them hoes come out a three wheela,
I freaks my draulics, fuckin' hoes in college,
Bitches swingin' on my nuts it's so stylish, it,
Hold my dick like a 64', peace to all my mamas,
But really though, I'm a fool,
And G's can vouch that, up in the puttin'
on a mouse trap, and one day I'm gonna rise,
And come up, till then I'm dealin' from sundown
To sunup.

Off the hills, of hillwood, Texas(x3)
You not test this mex in a Lex

[Second
As I crept through my it felt good,
All my homies my back with a gat in Hillwood,
is the hobby, brothers if you will,
And all of those hoes love us on the Hill,
Be real if your runs deep in the hood,
All the shoulda woulda put a bunk in da wood,
All stood, all good, keep they fucking if I take
you got, but my glock I degrate,
You hate the way G's up with a mic,
I write what u like, it's my mothafucking life,
I shife not to type, indeed I am,
But if they to take my ends,
I be damn bam bam to man in the pen,
Older too young to get stung,
Come the holy boys,
Hold the noise I show boys to to
Fend from the my blunt,
To be nice shoot hit killa,
the mothafuckin eightball,
Pour a little for the ones who took that fall,
'cause I keeps all my dead in my heart,
got a head start, and still we never part.

[Third
I remember December of 88', boys hit the cut was
To late to break, Had to swallow three stones
My in the bushes, seven dirty pigs jackin' up
Three bushes, my homie got a case tryin' to the
Van, got scooped and fixin' to the man,
In the black with the wooden hammer,
Bamma, my nigga seven in the slammer,
Damma, old mothafucka time,
All my frends guess I'm last in line,
Betta me a new way to hustle,
Six years in the and I still feel the struggle,
Smuggle across the checkpoint,
Just another day on the job as I mob but the oink,
Smoke a on the way to the valley,
Now I'm comin' back and they search my Caddi,
It's a risk when you tryin to make fast bank,
But them mutts can't past my gas tank,
So I catch 59 back to H-Town, safely with my 38
Pounds, fresh from the border, may I take order,
You want them singled every five and a quarter.

(Straight up big baby)