Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the right now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup
I'mma send 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 the cherry bomb bang
in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out happened
I was in an tellin' my cousin keep breathing

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

True, true, yo got a lot of kids twisted
in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood y'all grew up
Actin y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when 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, they take 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 criminals maleek &
("yo, who you know here, you got family here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you shook like that mobb 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 is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause a traffic 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 your here! (colors)
cemetery gear (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 slipped through
While I was the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was
It's click-up, click-up, cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers
up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff the fifth to your chin-in
You never bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's huh?
Let me get that, with the quick
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 colors here, that cemetery 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 colors whoa, colors