Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

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

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

True, true, yo got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's is his ass really gifted
The only gift possess is workin' with the triple six's
disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna the project floors
But the last time saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies "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 phone home
Oh lord, here come those maleek & 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 mobb deep song
I'm surprised, on all y'all records you was al capone
And come to out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and bust a shot in vietnam
Now you in the form amongst the children of the corn
the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your colors here, that gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that ain't y'all)
Don't 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 through
I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, to stick up
what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then 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 the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to around here with pounds of fear
Your colors you must rock edible dons with that huh?
paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the snatch
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 clit stacked for

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

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