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
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
Don't take personal, but only a minor few can
What a nigga 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm still breathing. you a must son, we full
You ain't my dogg, tring to my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a 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 da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your behalf to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, guns
Play the hum leaning checking out the action
On the benches we x's
Yo twirl dat shit, while I this...
Sharply it down like an arsonist
out the miz cause it's time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all hell fire out ya
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 your ear to
I declare only live niggaz lock year
lost my dun; '97-it got worse..
Pull out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you the background when shots sound off
of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory
I spill some henny then I keep it

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin'
Aint nobody this rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the
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
Ease up all that and grillin
Get ya lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm reppin wb,
you find me at spillin congac from a cup
With my heat next to my
Never been to bust
Slug rushin to your head dust
If that enough as long as strong and tough
We squeeze back, better he no longer breath-black
wit these swayze cats
I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop
In fact black, if you come at me don't come
All my baby got is a papi to guide her
this world of hatred
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 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
Relax your stress through mad physac, mad
Cash a check to get assets we blast
Dealing the mental aspect on chest
So we a trust, if you dunns come to shot
Get hit a twenty-one gun salute
I keep a loaded yet 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I release lyrics of
And quick to say a poem to in your dome
My click me leave the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better setter
The 18th letter

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