Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

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

Check out the drill-dun, guns
Play the hum leaning checking out the action
On the we drinkin x's
Yo twirl dat shit, I spark this...
Sharply burn it like an arsonist
Pull out the miz it's time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all hell fire out ya
Live as wire couldn't make my expire or retire
I'm letting off 'til my tired
You set quite wit my head of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz this year
'96-i lost my dun; got worse..
Pull out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my
I spill some henny I keep it moving

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

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Surprise eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, dug in the projects you holiday thug
Ease up all that and grillin
Get ya lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm wb, what?
Where you me at spillin congac from a cup
With my heat to my nuts
Never been afraid to
rushin to your head like dust
If that wasn't enough as as strong and tough
We squeeze back, better he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit swayze cats
I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't sloppy
All my baby got is a papi to guide her
Through this of hatred
And I die to see that she it
And die to let the take it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad stress
is death, pay your last respects
We you reap if you slept or half step
We adapt to see who we can master
After sex pass the bless for effects
your stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get assets we techs
with the mental aspect on chest
So we create a trust, if you come to shot
Get hit with a gun salute
I keep a yet deadly 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I lyrics of fury
And quick to say a poem to in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home
So I can get chatter and be the trend setter
The letter forever

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