Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood

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

[Neb
I used to be way, but now I'm like this
You betta miss me with 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 pick up Jah Skill and the
footin till the end of my life, for real
Ya didn't know the sista but she had a record
want to see you at the top, then they want to see you drop
Then they want to call the cops, ring
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is like
(ya ass is fuck)
A young buck Knee-Hi told me Neb changed
But if I'm on the track put me in the right place

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

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

Niggaz is two faced and they switch it fast
'cause Hollywood can't do for me but hang me like drapes
Distribute my phat tapes and in my put some papes

[Trip
And ain't nuthin in Hollywood could make me want to switch
Could he please, you know what's up with me so these
I'm the G side, flip flop if you want to
Banned by yo hood and yo shoulda stayed true
But ya fell victim to the limelight
Never faded 'cause the Locc was just to trump tight

Skills-]
You be dazed
Ya through some type of phase
Behind my you jaw jack but in my house you want to blaze

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