Luyện nghe bài hát Hood

Ladies and
(What?)
Id to welcome you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of
(Trillville?)
I be your God on here 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
aint home wit it Ima knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin shit
Im in your damn house wit your girl on my

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

Aimin at your doam rain
(Rain)
Im deep damn, when a nigga bout to explain
Nigga tha fame all I want is the doe
(Doe)
My aint Dough so dont be try me like a hoe

Im not your dough that Im at your seat everyday
I rob just a deal just to get my ass
I shine a brave on a old school
A act a fool 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 recognize
(Yeah)
And fake niggas always hate and shit

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

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

tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and thats make em fake
'Cus the hood aint actin start relaxin
Thinkin they can live in this world packin

Somethin Janet Jackson, nigga still
And how we broke it down a muthafuckin cratchin
Too and wont nobody assin
Until you raise your 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 like me
Ive all around the muthafuckin world
(All the place nigga)
All over this
You know hatin niggas everywhere you go

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

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

You me now, picture me Im sorry
Get your ass summen boi it aint
You want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to your ass home and neva [unverified]

me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we takin shit
(Fuck, shit)
We bust your 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 live
And I trippin, 'cus that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga stronger
I guess thats the reason why a nigga baller
(Hey)

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

Nigga I aint dope
But Im sellin this and shit
Rhymes and all this
(Yeah)
Im sellin this crunk energy
(Yeah)

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

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