Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

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

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

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

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

Yo, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you have through
I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already
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 misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the
are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons that huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, with the snatch
If a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I my clit stacked for realer

Don't your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that ain't y'all)
Don't your 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 secret I won't be home tonight
Colors, put your colors whoa, colors