Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, let's get back to the right now
Underground yo (*foreign singing*)
one's a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the
Signal, signal, y'all to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bang
Stay in the that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out happened
I was in an ambulance my cousin keep breathing

Don't wear colors here, that 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 nine hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of twisted
in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift possess is workin' with the triple 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 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
hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the
no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got family here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that mobb song
I'm surprised, cause on 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 shot in
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the
the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a

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 your here! (colors)
That gear (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and nine from hollywood, to your neck of the

Yo, hollywood has be hollow to you
How could you have slipped
While I was detecting the that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really candy-ass 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 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 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 around here with of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that
Damn paul, what's that
Let me get that, with the quick
If it's a little man in you I better put the trick back
And if it's anything is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

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

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