Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get to the hardcore right now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, fosha?
I'mma send this one out to all the gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house 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 wear your 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
in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with and diamond necklaces
Mosta can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is up
Talk when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold so all you feel is the wind
There's no phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those maleek & jerome
("yo, who you here, you got family over here?")
He a rap
("I care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that deep song
I'm surprised, on all y'all records you was al capone
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 the children of the corn
the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you be no resurrection
Cause it's a jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

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

Yo, has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have through
While I was detecting the trick in you
Pretending you pitbull, when your candy-ass is poodle
We of hit you, hammers have already 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, killers quicker
up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew how we play these innings
But you to play the commission
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 edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick
And if anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

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

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