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 tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one out to all the gangs around the world
Signal, signal, need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bang
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 ain't right y'all)
Don't your colors here!
cemetery gear (california, california)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to your of the hood

True, true, yo got a lot of kids twisted
in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and necklaces
Mosta y'all even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is up
Talk about when y'all up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time 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 your car for a
It's cold outside so all you is the wind
no cell-y phone, so you can't phone 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 like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, on all y'all records 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 with a crown made of thorns
The difference is for you there'll 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 ain't right y'all)
Don't wear colors here! (colors)
That gear (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to neck of the hood

Yo, has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped
While I was detecting the trick in you
Pretending you pitbull, really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to up
what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we 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 is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of
colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, 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 clit stacked for

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

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