Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the world is against me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
Don't take personal, but a minor few can understand
a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm breathing. you a must son, we full bread
You my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, that on a later note.
We eveything is death, we so close
I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do thing..
Ready for the bad news 'til da ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on behalf trying to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
Play the hum back checking out the action
On the benches we x's
Yo dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all hell out ya empire
Live as wire make my mobb expire or retire
I'm letting off 'til my tired
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for your ear to
I declare only live niggaz lock this
'96-i my dun; '97-it got worse..
money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the when shots sound off
of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory
I spill some henny then I it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin'
Aint nobody this rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and doubt crash the bars
You don't really go against the source

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Surprise eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, dug in the projects you holiday thug
up all that illin and grillin
Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is
You want me, I'm reppin wb,
Where you me at spillin congac from a cup
my heat next to my nuts
Never afraid to bust
Slug rushin to your like dust
If that wasn't as long as strong and tough
We back, better believe he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit swayze cats
I got dreams of my little queen and nobody gonna stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't come
All my baby got is a papi to guide her
Through this world of
And I die to see she make it
And die to let the nextman it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you wanna test, son is mad from stress
Penalty is death, pay your respects
We harass you if you slept or half step
We to see who we can master next
After sex pass the bless for effects
Relax your through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a to get assets we blast techs
with the mental aspect on chest
So we a trust, if you dunns come to shot
Get hit with a twenty-one gun
I keep a loaded yet 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I lyrics of fury
And to say a poem to ricochet in your dome
My click me leave the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better trend
The 18th forever

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