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 now, you better raised me good,
But I blaze in the crazy hood,
I was three when my took a long 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 high as the sky, for fry,
Be a G the D-A-Y I die, oh my,
Why u ever test this mex in a Lex just banging
Outta Tex, you know I'm gonna wreck shit,
Along with any other 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 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 ghetto
Cheese on a trap, and one day I'm gonna rise,
And come up, then I'm dealin' dope 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 deep in the hood,
All the punished woulda put a bunk in da wood,
All stood, all good, keep they fucking bank if I
you got, but my glock I degrate,
You the way G's comin up with a mic,
I write what u like, 'cause it's my life,
I never not to type, indeed I am,
But if tryin to take my ends,
I be damn bam bam to man in the pen,
Older too young to get stung,
Come with the boys,
Hold the noise I show to precise to
Fend the skunk my blunt,
To be nice dice hit killa,
Straight the eightball,
a little for the ones who took that great fall,
'cause I keeps all my homies in my heart,
They got a head start, and still we part.

[Third
I remember December of 88', blue hit the cut was
To to break, Had to swallow three stones tossed
My Chrome in the bushes, seven dirty jackin' up
bushes, my homie got a case tryin' to race the
Van, got scooped and to face the man,
In the black gown with the hammer,
Bamma, give my seven in the slammer,
Damma, old passin' time,
All my frends gone guess I'm in line,
find me a new way to hustle,
Six years in the game and I feel the struggle,
Smuggle weed the checkpoint,
Just day on the job as I mob but the pigs oink,
a joint on the way to the valley,
Now I'm comin' back and they wanna my Caddi,
It's a risk you tryin to make that fast bank,
But them mutts can't past my gas tank,
So I catch 59 back to H-Town, arrive safely my 38
Pounds, from the border, may I take your order,
You just them singled every five and a quarter.

(Straight up big baby)