Luyện nghe bài hát In Hillwood

You see I smash on you and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a spot that sits by the sea
Three story house, let's throw a party
F!?#ed up in the head, I know what happend
I nightmares and I wake up laughing
With a bottle of Tequila, tryna reach the
And why do all my aspirins have an 'X' on
Got two Gats, and two housecats
And I don't feed'em S?!* so they live off the
And didn't even pay my warrants
I just sat up in jail and ate my

In Hillwood, where ain't afraid to shoot
In Hillwood, where the fiends play the
In Hillwood, where can't see the light
In Hillwood, where don't sleep at night

(BASH)
Hit the dope house cause I had to recop it
I need some Purity so I it and chopped it
can't block it, f!*?# a ___ ___
Mexican's getting big so they start jealous
Overzealous we dip through the spot 'n' to the club
___blockers getting slapped with a muthaf__in
You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G
But i bet you with these man, you can't f!*?# with me
You a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that maza
You love the smell of sh?!*, yeah you the smell of caca
While we love the smell of and we drivin something vicious
Yeah we down droppin all you punk b!*?#es

(ICE)
Dicen que nos matar pero ni se puedden acercar
Esta es una bomba que acaba de estallar
So fijate bien y mira quien es, no somos dos somos los
Los que mota para relisar estres
El mojado y el sur del con el Bash listo para tumbarte
Listos para un desaster y por eso no acercarse
So pescamos todos armados y el con rimes cromados
todo lo que yo te escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio
Representando los illegales y que crusaron el rio
Gritando sigan me los rodiando de mil caiga palos
Brincado en vecendario gritando libreren a Carlos

(SPM)
I solemly swear to tell the truth and but
My niggas dead all a f!*?#in slut
I love a hoe, that one fa sho
F!*?# home cause I roam jus a buffalo
I'm the of the family, runt of the litter
I can't stop cause no one like a quitter
Every three months my house would get
This album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, ain't it?
Hydroponic leaves, up my sleeves
Throw your up in the sky for me
peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand
Tryna make some cash, momma please