Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels the whole world is against me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
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 must son, we full
You ain't my dogg, tring to my clik is you
I get wit you, handle on a later note.
We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so
I'm trying to tell 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 seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your trying to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
Play the hum back checking out the action
On the benches we x's
Yo twirl dat shit, I spark this...
Sharply burn it down an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all fire out ya empire
Live as wire make my mobb expire or retire
I'm off 'til my arms tired
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock year
'96-i lost my '97-it got worse..
money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background when sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my
I spill some henny then I it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin'
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

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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 melon lite up, you niggaz is
You want me, I'm wb, what?
Where you find me at congac from a cup
With my next to my nuts
been afraid to bust
Slug to your head like dust
If that enough as long as strong and tough
We back, better believe 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 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 nextman it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from
Penalty is death, pay last respects
We harass you reap if you 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
a check to get assets we blast techs
Dealing the mental aspect on chest
So we a trust, if you dunns come to shot
Get hit with a twenty-one gun
I keep a loaded yet 7sc 30
Soon as you it hit me I release lyrics of
And to say a poem to ricochet in your dome
My click made me the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the trend setter
The 18th forever

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