Luyện nghe bài hát Hood

Ladies and
(What?)
Id like to you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of
(Trillville?)
I be your God on this here
(Uh huh)

Its your boy LilJon it
(Yeah yeah)
And
(Whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth atchu

We can take it to the street if u got beef
'Cus home wit it Ima knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin talkin
Im in damn house wit your girl on my dick

Im the realest muthafucka when it to makin hits
So shut tha up before I bust you in the lip
The street on for the best to go home
Is damn you for a as I shine on the chrome

at your doam buck-shot rain
(Rain)
Im deep offa damn, a nigga bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha all I want is the doe
(Doe)
My aint Bussa so dont be try me like a hoe

Im not your everyday dough Im at your seat everyday
I rob just a deal to get my ass paid
I shine a brave on a old school
A nigga act a if a nigga break the rule, fo real

Mouth spittin at you bitches and niggas
(Uh huh)
Specially you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck yall)
You know real real
(Yeah)
And fake always wanna hate and shit

(Yeah)
You hattin niggas we gon' find
We sip you out
(Yeah, hah)
at them Don P

I know for a fact you ready for the street
You suckas nigga on this country
You fall to the disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga go you cant compete

tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and thats make em fake
'Cus the hood actin niggas start relaxin
Thinkin they can live in this world without

Somethin Jackson, nigga still lovin
And how we it down like a muthafuckin cratchin
Too transaction and wont assin
Until you raise mouth like a muthafuckin fagot

It aint no niggas still hatin
But I guess, I too 'cus aint the music that they creatin
that they savin, Plans that they makin
Whoever else so I hate they fan bases
(Yeah)

Yall aint neva see a nigga me
Ive been all the muthafuckin world
(All the place nigga)
All over bitch
You know hatin niggas you mufuckas go

Disrespect niggas you mufuckas go
But you know why? All them hatin
They makes real that best most strong
(Yeah, yeah)
`em L.A.

Look you aint ready for the
(Streets)
And you to be hard, but you weak
(Weak)
A bad bitch and you that beat
(Beat)
The only thang you probably touch was a
(Feet)

You bitchin me now, me Im sorry
Get your ass summen boi it workin
You dont a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and [unverified]

Give me the bitch hard like a
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we aint shit
(Fuck, shit)
We bust your knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a
(Mill)

If times get hard then you up your grill
(Grill)
Fo real, the hood, man a nigga live
And I aint trippin, 'cus where I had the deal
Shit, and a young nigga even stronger
I guess thats the reason why a nigga baller
(Hey)

(Hey, hey)
Yo, aint no
Is stop my muthafuckin paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga,
(Yeah)
Im out here on my everyday
(Yeah)

I aint sellin dope
But Im sellin beats and shit
and all this bullshit
(Yeah)
Im sellin crunk energy drink
(Yeah)

Yo, Im sellinall shit
Nigga Im CDs, DVDs,
What Eva you
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin

BME, BME, BME
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this
Real stay real and fake always stay
muthafuckin hate