Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the world is against me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
take personal, but only a minor few can understand
What a nigga feeling; 40-first I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm still breathing. you a must son, we bread
You ain't my dogg, to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a 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 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your trying to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, guns
the hum leaning back checking out the action
On the we drinkin x's
Yo twirl dat shit, I spark this...
Sharply it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz it's time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all hell out ya empire
Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or
I'm letting off 'til my arms
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock this
'96-i lost my '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 doubt crash the bars
You don't really go against the source

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Surprise open eye, peep the foulness,
Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you thug
Ease up all that illin and
Get ya lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm wb, what?
Where you find me at spillin congac a cup
With my next to my nuts
Never been to bust
rushin to your head like dust
If wasn't enough as long as strong and tough
We squeeze back, better believe he no breath-black
Fuckin wit these swayze
I got dreams of my little queen and nobody 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 world of
And I die to see that she it
And die to let the take it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you come test, son is mad from stress
Penalty is death, pay last respects
We harass you if you slept or half step
We adapt to see who we can next
After sex pass the for after effects
Relax stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get we blast techs
Dealing with the mental aspect on
So we create a trust, if you dunns come to
Get hit with a twenty-one gun
I keep a yet deadly 7sc 30
as you it hit me I release lyrics 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 and be the better trend setter
The letter forever

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