Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

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

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

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of kids
Jumpin' in and out of thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is up
about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a
cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no phone, so you can't phone 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 colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that mobb song
I'm surprised, cause on all records you was al capone
And come to find out that you never held a
And you the draft and never bust 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 only is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you up in a intersection

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

Yo, hollywood has be hollow to you
How you have slipped through
While I was detecting the that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have been
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, buck quicker
up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these
But you about to play the
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 come around here with pounds of
Your wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the snatch
If it's a man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my stacked for realer

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

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