Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood

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

[Neb
I used to be that way, but now I'm 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
footin till the end of my life, for real
Ya didn't know the sista but she had a deal
They to see you at the top, then they want to see you drop
Then want to call the cops, ring hello?
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is fuck
(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 kicked them back in the day
This is how it is the niggaz gettin paid
You used to me different now that you know where 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 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 find a trace
I keeped on shit on just reviewin all the facts
In my mind I designed how to and counteract
'cause no Holly 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 can't speak, I reached my peak,
Why don't you, go bout your business let mind tweak,
But see ain't changed on my behalf still got my mics and

Niggaz is siamese two faced and they it fast
'cause can't do nuthin for me but hang me like drapes
Distribute my phat tapes and in my 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 these
I'm from the G side, flip if you want to
Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda stayed
But ya didn't fell victim to the
Never gettin faded 'cause the was just to trump tight

[Jah
You be dazed
Ya through some type of phase
Behind my back you jaw jack but in my house you to blaze

[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 rules tree trunks)
Now feel the brew 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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