Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, get back to the hardcore right 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 fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin breathing

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

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of twisted
Jumpin' in and out of thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood y'all grew up
Actin y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up gonna 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
hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't home
Oh lord, here come those maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got family here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong over here, no fear")
Now you look like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, on all y'all records you was al capone
And come to find out that you held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the
Like the son of man stood a crown made of thorns
The difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, got you locked up in a intersection

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

Yo, hollywood has be hollow to you
How you have slipped through
While I was the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
It's click-up, click-up, cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play 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 to come around here with pounds of fear
colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick
If it's a little man in you then I put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my stacked for realer

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

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