Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, get back to the hardcore right now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
one's a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one out to all the gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house the sound of the gangs, clef
By the we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep

Don't wear your colors here, that gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but that ain't 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 hollywood got a lot of kids
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 bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go to the hood where y'all grew up
like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna the project floors
But the last 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 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 know here, you got family here?")
He a rap
("I care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that mobb song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all you was al capone
And come to find out that you held a chrome
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 only difference is for you be no resurrection
it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear colors here! (colors)
cemetery gear (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
While I was detecting the that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already
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, killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I with the fifth to your chin-in
You knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to the commission
are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with of fear
Your colors wrong you must edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's that
Let me get that, the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I 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 gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but ain't right y'all)
Don't your colors here! (colors)
That cemetery (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and nine hollywood, to your neck of the hood

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