Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get to the hardcore right 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 need to with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Stay in the house the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what
I was in an ambulance my cousin keep breathing

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

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really
The only gift y'all possess is workin' the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and necklaces
Mosta y'all can't go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin y'all 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 wonder, why they got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they your 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, come those criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you here, you got family over here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you look shook like mobb deep song
I'm surprised, on all y'all records you was al capone
And come to out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the
Like the son of man with a crown made of thorns
The difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, my appetite
(but that ain't 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, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you slipped through
While I was detecting the that's in you
you pitbull, when really 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, commence to up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, killers quicker
Stick up the forest then head up to chickens with 'em
givin', when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we 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 around here with pounds of fear
Your wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's that
Let me get that, with the quick
If it's a little man in you then I put the trick back
And if it's killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

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

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