Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the whole is against me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, da phone
Don't personal, but only a minor few can understand
What a feeling; 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 infiltrate my is you
I get wit you, that 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..
Ready for the bad news 'til da ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head 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 dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause it's time to bring the biz to
And blow all hell fire out ya
Live as wire couldn't make my mobb or retire
I'm letting off 'til my arms
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz this year
'96-i lost my dun; 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 then I keep it moving

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

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Surprise open eye, the foulness, wildness
Its bug, dug in the projects you holiday thug
Ease up all illin and grillin
Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is
You want me, I'm wb, what?
Where you me at spillin congac from a cup
With my next to my nuts
Never afraid to bust
Slug rushin to head like dust
If that enough as long as strong and tough
We squeeze back, better believe he no longer
Fuckin wit these cats
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 girl got is a papi to her
Through this world of
And I die to see that she it
And die to let the nextman it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad stress
Penalty is death, pay your last
We harass you reap if you slept or half
We adapt to see who we can next
After sex the bless for after effects
Relax your through mad physac, mad contact
a check to get assets we blast techs
Dealing with the mental aspect on
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 of fury
And quick to say a to ricochet in your dome
My click made me the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better setter
The 18th forever

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