Luyện nghe bài hát Hood

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

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

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 talkin
Im in your damn wit your girl on my dick

Im the realest muthafucka it comes to makin hits
So shut tha fuck up 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

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

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

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

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

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

They be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and thats what make em
'Cus the hood aint niggas start relaxin
Thinkin they can live in world without packin

Somethin Janet Jackson, nigga still
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 niggas still
But I guess, I too 'cus aint the music that they creatin
Hoes that they savin, Plans that makin
else like so I hate they fan bases
(Yeah)

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

Disrespect niggas everywhere you go
But you know why? All hatin niggas
They makes real niggas that best 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 thang you probably touch was a feet
(Feet)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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