Luyện nghe bài hát Hillwood

[First
The is 7'0, October the fifth,
I done did my nine months now my life a shift,
In the freeworld now, you raised me good,
But instead I in the crazy hood,
I was when my pops took a long vacation,
Now I'm solo the revlation,
Gotta bolo for a dope to hit,
And I show no feeny if u want shit,
I'm high as the sky, for fry,
Be a G till the I die, oh my,
Why would u ever test this mex in a Lex just
Outta Tex, you know I'm gonna wreck shit,
Along with any bitch who disrespect my clique,
Like a bit, I got the if a killa,
And them hoes come out like a wheela,
'cause I freaks my draulics, fuckin' in college,
Bitches swingin' on my it's so stylish, Model it,
my dick like a 64', peace to all my baby's mamas,
But though, I'm a damn fool,
And G's can vouch that, up in the puttin'
Cheese on a 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 best not this mex in a Lex

[Second
As I through my hood it felt good,
All my homies have my 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 runs in the hood,
All the punished shoulda 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 comin up 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 bam bam to that man in the pen,
boys too young to get stung,
Come with the boys,
the noise I show boys to precise to
Fend the skunk my blunt,
To be nice dice hit killa,
the mothafuckin eightball,
Pour a little for the ones who that great fall,
'cause I keeps all my dead in my heart,
They got a head start, and we never part.

[Third
I remember December of 88', blue hit the cut was
To late to break, Had to swallow three tossed
My Chrome in the bushes, seven dirty pigs up
bushes, my homie got a case tryin' to race the
Van, got scooped and to face the man,
In the black gown the wooden hammer,
Bamma, give my seven in the slammer,
Damma, old mothafucka time,
All my gone guess I'm last in line,
find me a new way to hustle,
Six years in the game and I feel the struggle,
weed across the checkpoint,
Just day on the job as I mob but the pigs oink,
Smoke a on the way to the valley,
Now I'm back and they 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 59 back to H-Town, arrive safely with my 38
Pounds, fresh from the border, may I take order,
You just want them singled every and a quarter.

(Straight up big baby)