Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

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

Don't your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear your here!
cemetery gear (california, california)
I got my gun and nine 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 gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' 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 like y'all drink and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project
But the time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take car for a spin
It's cold so all you feel is the wind
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't home
Oh lord, here come those criminals maleek &
("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 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 a shot in vietnam
Now you standin' in the amongst the children of the corn
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 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 right y'all)
wear your colors here! (colors)
That cemetery (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and nine hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you have slipped
I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your 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 what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers
Stick up the misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your
You never bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The is missing but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come here with pounds of fear
Your colors you must rock edible dons with that huh?
paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, the quick snatch
If a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

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

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