Luyện nghe bài hát Hillwood

[First
The year is 7'0, the fifth,
I done did my nine months now my take a shift,
In the now, you better raised me good,
But instead I blaze in the hood,
I was when my pops took a long vacation,
Now I'm facin' the revlation,
Gotta bolo for a dope to hit,
And I show no if u want some shit,
I'm high as the sky, for fry,
Be a G till the I die, oh my,
Why would u ever this mex in a Lex just banging
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 out like a three wheela,
'cause I my draulics, fuckin' hoes in college,
swingin' on my nuts it's so stylish, Model it,
Hold my dick like a 64', to all my baby's mamas,
But really though, I'm a fool,
And G's can vouch that, up in the ghetto
on a mouse trap, and one day I'm gonna rise,
And up, till then I'm dealin' dope 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 hood it good,
All my have my back with a gat in Hillwood,
is the hobby, brothers if you will,
And all of those hoes really 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 fucking bank if I take
you got, but my glock I degrate,
You the way G's comin up with a mic,
I write u like, 'cause it's my mothafucking life,
I never shife not to type, I am,
But if they tryin to my ends,
I be damn bam bam to man in the pen,
boys too young to get stung,
Come with the boys,
Hold the noise I show to precise to
from the skunk my blunt,
To be nice shoot hit killa,
Straight the eightball,
Pour a little for the ones who took great fall,
'cause I all my dead 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 late to break, Had to swallow three tossed
My Chrome in the bushes, dirty pigs jackin' up
Three bushes, my got a case tryin' to race the
Van, got and fixin' to face the man,
In the black with the wooden hammer,
Bamma, give my nigga in the slammer,
Damma, old passin' time,
All my frends gone I'm last in line,
Betta 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 comin' back and wanna search my Caddi,
It's a risk when you tryin to make fast bank,
But mutts can't smell past my gas tank,
So I 59 back to H-Town, arrive safely with my 38
Pounds, fresh from the border, may I your order,
You just want them singled every and a quarter.

(Straight up big baby)