Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the 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 around the
Signal, signal, y'all need to with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Stay in the house that's the of the gangs, clef
By the we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep

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 wear your here!
That cemetery (california, california)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to your neck of the

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 with the triple six's
Y'all disguise with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where grew up
Actin y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got on screamin' "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 can't home
Oh lord, here those 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 look shook like mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was al
And to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in
Now you in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of
The only is for you there'll be no resurrection
it's a traffic jam, they got you locked 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)
Don't wear your here! (colors)
That gear (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you have through
While I was detecting the trick in you
you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, have already 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 quicker
Stick up the forest misters then up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your
You never knew bout how we play innings
But you about to play the
are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons that huh?
Damn paul, what's that
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 for realer

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

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