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 it to the street nigga if u got beef
aint home wit it Ima knock out your teeth
Wear your niggas keepin talkin shit
Im in your damn wit your girl on my dick

Im the realest when 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 late for a as I shine on the

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 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 like 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 tellin you fake-ass out there
(Fuck yall)
You know real recognize
(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 you aint ready for the street
You suckas rain nigga on country
You fall to the ground to my feet
You sound raw nigga go you cant compete

They tryna be me, they TV
They try to imitate and what make em fake
'Cus the hood actin niggas start relaxin
Thinkin they can in this world without packin

Somethin Janet Jackson, still lovin
And how we broke it down like a cratchin
Too transaction and wont assin
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin

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

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

Disrespect niggas everywhere you go
But you know why? All them hatin
They makes real that best 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 bitch and you that beat
(Beat)
The only 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 need to take your ass home and [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

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