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 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 I heard the cherry bomb bang
in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin breathing

Don't 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 from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin' in and out of thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the six's
Y'all disguise with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all do is throw up
Talk about 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 got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, take your car for a spin
It's cold so all you feel is the wind
no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you here, you got family over here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like mobb deep 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 in vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the
the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, got you locked up in a intersection

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

Yo, hollywood has half-man be to you
How could you have 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
and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, to stick up
That's what's within us, 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 never knew bout how we play 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 of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons that huh?
Damn paul, that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick
If it's a little man in you then I better put the back
And if it's anything is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

Don't wear colors here, that 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 (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

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