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 freeworld now, you raised me good,
But I blaze in the crazy hood,
I was three when my pops a long vacation,
Now I'm solo the revlation,
Gotta bolo for a dope to hit,
And I show no feeny if u some shit,
I'm as the sky, fishin' for fry,
Be a G the D-A-Y 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 any other bitch who disrespect my clique,
Like a bit, I got the if a killa,
And them hoes out like a three wheela,
I freaks my draulics, fuckin' hoes in college,
Bitches swingin' on my nuts it's so stylish, it,
my dick like 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 up, till 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 have my back with a gat in Hillwood,
Hustlin' is the hobby, if you will,
And all of hoes really love us on the Hill,
Be real if blood runs deep in the hood,
All the punished shoulda woulda put a in da wood,
All stood, all good, keep they fucking bank if I
you got, but my glock I degrate,
You hate the way G's comin up a mic,
I write what u like, 'cause it's my life,
I shife not to type, indeed I am,
But if they tryin to my ends,
I be bam bam to that 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 shoot dice hit killa,
Straight the eightball,
Pour a little for the who took that great fall,
'cause I keeps all my dead in my heart,
got a head start, and still we never part.

[Third
I remember of 88', blue boys hit the cut was
To late to break, Had to swallow three stones
My Chrome in the bushes, seven dirty pigs up
Three bushes, my got a case tryin' to race the
Van, got and fixin' to face the man,
In the black gown the wooden hammer,
Bamma, give my nigga in the slammer,
Damma, old mothafucka time,
All my frends gone guess I'm in line,
find me a new way to hustle,
Six in the game and I still 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 they 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 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)