Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood

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She's on her way, to get paid
But never Hollywood
He's on his way, about to get
But never Hollywood

[Neb
I to be that way, but now I'm like this
You betta miss me that shit or catch a mighty blow to lip

Beware I'm here, for N-E-be , no that's not me,
Oh, 'cause I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with G
Goin to up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five till the end of my life, for real
Ya didn't the sista but she had a record deal
They want to see you at the top, they want to see you drop
they want to call the cops, ring hello?
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is like
(ya ass is fuck)
A young buck told me that Neb changed
But if I'm on the wrong track put me in the right

I'm just the same muthafucka, who them nuts back in the day
This is how it is when the niggaz paid
You used to treat me different now that you know I stand
But back up in the days you really give a damn
I had my own thing, me and the homeys the PAC
We each other's back tryin to get our pockets fat
But now its new niggaz all up in our face
88 to 93 I couldn't find a trace
I keeped on shit on data just reviewin all the
In my mind I how to switch and counteract
'cause ain't no Holly and me if it is its gettin
I'm strictly for my paper as these ride my nuts

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Jah
What, you can't speak, because I my peak,
Why don't you, go bout business let your mind tweak,
But see ain't nuthin changed on my behalf got my mics and

Niggaz is siamese two and they switch it fast
'cause Hollywood do nuthin for me but hang me like drapes
Distribute my tapes and in my pocket put some papes

[Trip
And ain't nuthin in Hollywood that make me want to switch
Could he please, you know up with me so Holly these
I'm the G side, flip flop if you want to
Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda true
But ya didn't victim to the limelight
gettin faded 'cause the Locc was just to trump tight

[Jah
You must be
Ya goin through type of phase
Behind my back you jaw jack but in my house you want to

& Jah Skills-]
So thanks for smokin the out an shit
All upon her
(and all his dick)
It makes me sick, but we don't even trip its the G-Funk
(rail two rules like trunks)
Now feel the brew that we
(steady on a mission underground is the sound)
Don't ever get it when the real ones put it down
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