Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
This a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bang
Stay in the that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my keep breathing

wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
Don't your colors here!
That cemetery (california, california)
I got my gun and nine hollywood, to your neck 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 with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all up
like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all visit the project floors
But the time they saw y'all was 1984
Now wonder, why they got on hoodies 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 is the wind
There's no phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, come those criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got family here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you look like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was al
And come to find out you never held a chrome
And you escaped the and never bust a shot in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown of thorns
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 colors here, that cemetery
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear your here! (colors)
That cemetery (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, hollywood has be hollow to you
How you have slipped through
While I was detecting the trick in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have been
and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers
Stick up the forest misters head up to chickens with 'em
givin', when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew how we play these innings
But you to play 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 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 it's a little man in you I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I my clit stacked for realer

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

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