Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the world is against me
And is it the henny that me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, da phone
Don't take personal, but only a few can understand
What a nigga feeling; 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm still breathing. you a must son, we full
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 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 behalf trying to

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
Play the hum back 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 cause it's time to bring the biz to
And blow all hell fire out ya
as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire
I'm off 'til my arms tired
You set quite wit my head of riot.
Our buyers, it for your ear to hear
I only live niggaz lock this year
lost my dun; '97-it got worse..
Pull out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background when sound off
of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory
I spill henny then I keep it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, this
Aint stoppin this rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt the bars
You don't really wanna go against the

[big
open eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, dug in the projects you holiday thug
up all that illin and grillin
Get ya melon up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm wb, what?
Where you find me at spillin from a cup
With my heat to my nuts
Never been afraid to
Slug rushin to your head like
If that wasn't enough as long as strong and
We back, better believe he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit these swayze
I got dreams of raising my little queen and gonna stop that
In black, if you come at me don't come sloppy
All my girl got is a papi to guide her
Through this of hatred
And I die to see that she 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 last
We harass you if you slept or half step
We adapt to see who we can next
After sex the bless for after effects
Relax stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get we blast techs
Dealing with the mental on chest
So we create a trust, if you dunns come to
Get hit with a gun salute
I keep a yet deadly 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I lyrics of fury
And to say a poem to ricochet in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at alone
So I can get chatter and be the trend setter
The 18th letter

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