Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore 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, y'all need to chill the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep

Don't your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that ain't y'all)
wear your 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 limo's thinkin' is his ass really
The gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all do is throw up
about when y'all 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 hoodies "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the
There's no cell-y phone, so you phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals maleek &
("yo, who you know here, you got over here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you shook like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all you was al capone
And come to find out that you never a chrome
And you escaped the and never bust a shot in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of
The only difference is for you there'll be no
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a

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

Yo, hollywood has be hollow to you
How could you slipped through
I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when your candy-ass is poodle
We of hit you, hammers have already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck quicker
Stick up the forest then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You knew bout 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 but the fraud is evident
so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, with the snatch
If it's a little man in you I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my stacked for realer

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

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