Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the world is against me
And is it the henny bend me; I be in the zone
at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone
Don't take personal, but only a minor few can
What a feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm still breathing. you a son, we full bread
You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my is you
I get wit you, handle on a later note.
We o'er-dose is death, we so close
I'm trying to these cats, but I let them do they thing..
for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate over my seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your behalf to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
Play the hum leaning back out the action
On the we drinkin x's
Yo dat shit, while I spark this...
burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause it's time to bring the biz to
And all hell fire out ya empire
Live as wire couldn't my mobb expire or retire
I'm letting off 'til my tired
You set quite wit my full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock this
lost my dun; '97-it got worse..
Pull out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb in my memory
I some henny then I keep it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, this
Aint nobody stoppin rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no crash the bars
You don't really go against the source

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Surprise eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you thug
Ease up all that illin and
Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is
You want me, I'm reppin wb,
Where you find me at spillin congac a cup
With my heat next to my
Never afraid to bust
Slug rushin to your head dust
If that wasn't enough as long as strong and
We squeeze back, better believe he no breath-black
Fuckin wit these swayze
I got dreams of raising my little queen and gonna stop that
In fact black, if you at me don't come sloppy
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 come test, son is mad from stress
Penalty is death, pay your last
We harass you if you slept or half step
We adapt to see who we can master
After sex pass the for after effects
Relax your through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get assets we blast
Dealing with the aspect on chest
So we create a trust, if you come to shot
Get hit a twenty-one gun salute
I a loaded yet deadly 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I lyrics of fury
And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your
My click made me leave the at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better setter
The letter forever

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