Luyện nghe bài hát Hood

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

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

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

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

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

Im not your dough that Im at your 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 Mouth spittin at you bitches and
(Uh huh)
tellin you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck yall)
You real 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 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 tryna be me, they TV
They try to imitate and thats what make em
the hood aint actin niggas start relaxin
Thinkin they can in this 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 your mouth 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, that they makin
Whoever else like so I hate fan bases
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

If times get hard then you gain up grill
(Grill)
Fo real, the hood, man a nigga live
And I aint trippin, 'cus that where I had the
Shit, and made a young nigga stronger
I guess thats the why a nigga stay 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)

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

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

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