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 gangsta tune, fosha?
I'mma this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all to chill with the drive-by's
It was the of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the of the gangs, clef
By the time we out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my keep breathing

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

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of kids
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass gifted
The gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time 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 is the wind
There's no phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come criminals maleek & jerome
("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 look like that mobb deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was al
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 amongst the children of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown of thorns
The only is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

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 wear colors here! (colors)
cemetery 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 slipped through
While I was detecting the trick in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff the fifth to your chin-in
You knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The is missing but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with huh?
Damn paul, what's huh?
Let me get that, the quick snatch
If it's a man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked 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 wear colors here! (colors)
That gear (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to your neck of the

Tell the fbi that I be home tonight
Tell the secret service I be home tonight
Colors, put away colors whoa, colors