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 never Hollywood

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

Beware I'm here, hooray for , no that's not me,
Oh, 'cause I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with G
Goin to up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five footin 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 the cops, ring hello?
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is fuck
(ya ass is fuck)
A young buck Knee-Hi told me that Neb
But if I'm on the track put me in the right place

I'm just the same muthafucka, who kicked nuts back in the day
This is how it is when the niggaz gettin
You used to treat me different now you know where I stand
But back up in the days you didn't give a damn
I had my own thing, me and the homeys the PAC
We watch each other's back tryin to get our fat
But now its new niggaz all up in our face
From 88 to 93 I couldn't a trace
I keeped on shit on just reviewin all the facts
In my mind I how to switch and counteract
ain't 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 ain't nuthin changed on my still 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 phat tapes and in my pocket put papes

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

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

[Wayniac & Jah
So thanks for smokin the click out an
All her clit
(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 underground that is the sound)
Don't get it twisted when the real ones put it down
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