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
at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone
Don't take personal, but a minor few can understand
a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm breathing. you a must son, we full bread
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 do they thing..
for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm over my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your trying to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
the hum leaning back checking out the action
On the we drinkin x's
Yo dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down an arsonist
Pull out the miz it's time to bring the biz to kidz
And all hell fire out ya empire
Live as couldn't make my mobb expire or retire
I'm letting off my arms tired
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for ear to hear
I only live niggaz lock this year
'96-i my dun; '97-it got worse..
money 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 then I keep it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, this
Aint nobody stoppin rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no crash the bars
You don't really wanna go against the

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Surprise open eye, the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the you holiday thug
up all that illin and grillin
Get ya melon up, you niggaz is butt
You me, I'm reppin wb, what?
Where you find me at congac from a cup
With my heat next to my
Never afraid to bust
rushin to your head like dust
If that wasn't enough as long as and tough
We squeeze back, better believe he no longer
Fuckin wit these cats
I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop
In fact black, if you 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 come test, son is mad from stress
Penalty is death, pay your respects
We harass you reap if you or half step
We adapt to see who we can next
After sex pass the bless for effects
your stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get assets we techs
Dealing with the mental on chest
So we create a trust, if you come to shot
Get hit with a gun salute
I a loaded yet deadly 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 leave the at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better trend
The letter forever

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