Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is me
And is it the that bend me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
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 bread
You my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, that on a later note.
We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so
I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let do they thing..
Ready for the bad news 'til da ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate over my seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on behalf trying to laugh

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

Yo, do our thing, we got this, this
Aint nobody stoppin rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and doubt crash the bars
You don't really wanna go the source

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Surprise open eye, peep the foulness,
Its bug, dug in the projects you holiday thug
up all that illin and grillin
Get ya lite up, you niggaz is butt
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 wasn't enough as long as and tough
We back, better believe he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit these cats
I got dreams of raising my queen and nobody gonna stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't come
All my baby girl got is a papi to her
this world of hatred
And I die to see she make 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 last respects
We harass you if you slept or half step
We to see who we can master next
After sex pass the for after effects
Relax stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get assets we blast
Dealing with the aspect on chest
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 lyrics of fury
And quick to say a to ricochet in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at alone
So I can get chatter and be the better setter
The letter forever

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