Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood

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She's on her way, to get paid
But turning Hollywood
He's on his way, about to get
But turning Hollywood

Love-]
I to be that way, but now I'm like this
You betta miss me with that shit or a mighty blow to lip

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

I'm the same muthafucka, who kicked them nuts back in the day
This is how it is when the niggaz gettin
You to treat me different now that you know where I stand
But back up in the you didn't really give a damn
I had my own thing, me and the from the PAC
We watch each other's back to get our pockets fat
But now its new niggaz poppin all up in our
88 to 93 I couldn't find a trace
I keeped on shit on data just reviewin all the
In my I designed how to switch and counteract
'cause ain't no and me if it is its gettin stuck
I'm for my paper as these groupies 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 mind tweak,
But see ain't nuthin on my behalf still got my mics and

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

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

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

[Wayniac & Jah
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 like tree trunks)
Now the brew that we funk
(steady on a mission that is the sound)
Don't ever get it twisted the real ones put it down
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