Luyện nghe bài hát Hillwood

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

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

[Second
As I crept my hood it felt good,
All my homies my back with a gat in Hillwood,
Hustlin' is the hobby, if you will,
And all of those really love us on the Hill,
Be real if your blood deep in the hood,
All the shoulda woulda put a bunk in da wood,
All stood, all good, they fucking bank 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, 'cause it's my life,
I never 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,
with the holy boys,
Hold the I show boys to precise to
Fend from the my blunt,
To be shoot dice hit killa,
Straight the eightball,
Pour a for the ones who took that great fall,
'cause I keeps all my dead in my heart,
They got a start, and still we never part.

[Third
I December of 88', blue boys hit the cut was
To to break, Had to swallow three stones tossed
My Chrome in the bushes, seven dirty pigs up
Three bushes, my homie got a case tryin' to the
Van, got scooped and fixin' to the man,
In the black gown with the hammer,
Bamma, my nigga seven in the slammer,
Damma, old passin' time,
All my frends guess I'm last in line,
find me a new way to hustle,
Six years in the game and I still 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 wanna search my Caddi,
It's a risk when you tryin to that fast bank,
But them mutts smell 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 just want singled every five and a quarter.

(Straight up big baby)