Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

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

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

True, true, yo got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the six's
Y'all disguise yourself with and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all up
Actin like y'all drink 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 y'all wonder, why they got on screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, 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 criminals 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 shook like that mobb song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was al
And come to find out you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in
Now you standin' in the amongst the children of the corn
Like the son of man with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no
Cause a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your here, that cemetery 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 of the hood

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

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