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 Jonny
(Uh huh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somethin Janet Jackson, still lovin
And how we broke it down like a cratchin
Too transaction and nobody assin
Until you raise your like a muthafuckin fagot

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

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

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

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

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

me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we aint takin
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still niggas do it for a mill
(Mill)

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

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

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

Yo, Im kinda shit
Im CDs, DVDs, nigga
What Eva you
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they gonna keep it muthafuckin real

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