Luyện nghe bài hát In My Hood

Niggas screw they up at me
On some real shit son they don't beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the
I spray, ain't a shell left in my heat

Ya niggas better lay down, in stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds, ya ass ain't make it
You get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete and shakin'

I'm South side motherfucker
gats explode
If you feel ya on fire, boy
Drop and

Niggas'll eatcha ass up they heart turn cold
Now you be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin', shorty that ass
I wanna

Gimme a second, I'ma holla, see what's up
I got my and my handgun
My in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya me like a punk

In my
Niggas got for me
But I go nowhere without my strap
In my
A little dro, a Hennessey
A nigga juz know how to act

In my
is grimy
I on point, I hold to my gat
In my
Niggas might at me
So I somethin' around to buck back
In my

I don't a motherfuckin' soul when the D's come they fold
On my first case they
Where I'm from it safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll to ya place, put a gun in ya face

Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to
'Cuz a robbery can turn a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll to operate
Because I pop you run a light than pop at

me son
Niggas'll go on for cake
thirsty niggas are lurkin'
You to catch 'em and merk 'em

I'm observant in my hood, niggas be dummin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is them
That make it harder and harder to on the block
I'm a hustler, how the am supposed to eat when it's hot?

In my
got love for me
But I go nowhere without my strap
In my
A dro, a lil' Hennessey
A nigga juz don't how to act

In my
Niggas is
I on point, I hold to my gat
In my
Niggas might at me
So I keep somethin' around to buck
In my

The party off the hook until them shots go off
that's what you get for stuntin' on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if catch you slippin'
Crack money slow, so you niggas is trippin'

Shorty down there on that Queens track, takin' a
Shit, bitch get outta pocket, she needs some
Peep the feins shootin' in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners, spinnin' on that black

The niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do in my hood
Blaaow, you not to do good now

In my
Niggas got for me
But I go nowhere without my strap
In my
A little dro, a Hennessey
A nigga juz don't how to act

In my
is grimy
I stay on point, I to my gat
In my
Niggas buck at me
So I keep somethin' to buck back
In my