Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the 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, y'all need to with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the of the gangs, clef
By the we figured 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, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear colors here!
That cemetery (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 y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond
Mosta y'all can't 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 when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the floors
But the last time they saw y'all was
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 outside so all you feel is the
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone
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 colors over here, no fear")
Now you shook like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all you was al capone
And come to find out that you never held a
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in
Now you standin' in the form amongst the of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of
The only is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

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! (colors)
cemetery gear (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and nine hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, has half-man be hollow to you
How could you slipped 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 been
and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, cackus, commence to stick up
That's within 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 with the to your chin-in
You never 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 but the fraud is evident
so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's that
Let me get that, with the quick
If a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

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! (colors)
That cemetery (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to your neck of the

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