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 this Jonny
(Uh huh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somethin Janet Jackson, nigga lovin
And how we broke it down like a cratchin
Too transaction and wont nobody
Until you raise mouth like a muthafuckin fagot

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

Yall neva see a nigga like me
Ive all around the muthafuckin world
(All over the nigga)
All this bitch
You know hatin everywhere you mufuckas go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga I aint sellin
But Im sellin this beats and
and all this bullshit
(Yeah)
Im sellin this crunk drink
(Yeah)

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

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