Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood

(Chorus) x2
She's on her way, about to get
But never Hollywood
on his way, about to get paid
But turning Hollywood

Love-]
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, with Warren G
to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five footin till the end of my life, for
Ya didn't the sista but she had a record deal
They to see you at the top, then they want to see you drop
Then they want to call the cops, hello?
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is like
(ya ass is fuck)
A young buck Knee-Hi 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 now that you know where I stand
But up in the days you didn't really give a damn
I had my own thing, me and the from the PAC
We watch each back tryin to get our pockets fat
But now its new niggaz poppin all up in our
From 88 to 93 I couldn't a trace
I keeped on shit on data reviewin all the facts
In my mind I designed how to and counteract
'cause ain't no Holly and me if it is its stuck
I'm strictly for my paper as these groupies 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 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 like
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 what's up with me so Holly
I'm the G side, flip flop if you want to
Banned by yo hood and yo shoulda stayed true
But ya didn't fell to the limelight
Never gettin faded 'cause the Locc was to trump tight

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

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