Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a tune, whassup fosha?
send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we out what happened
I was in an tellin' my cousin keep breathing

Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but that right y'all)
Don't your colors here!
cemetery gear (california, california)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond
Mosta can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a
It's cold so all you feel is the wind
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone
Oh lord, come those criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got over here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you shook like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was al
And come to out that you never held a chrome
And you the draft and never bust a shot in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form the children of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of
The only difference is for you there'll be no
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a

Don't your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
wear your colors here! (colors)
That cemetery (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to neck of the hood

Yo, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you have slipped
While I was detecting the trick in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff the fifth to your chin-in
You never bout how we play these innings
But you to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock dons with that huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick
If it's a man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but ain't right y'all)
Don't wear colors here! (colors)
That gear (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Tell the fbi that I won't be home
Tell the service I won't be home tonight
Colors, put your colors whoa, colors