Luyện nghe bài hát In My Hood

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

Ya niggas better lay down, young in down
Get hit wit AK rounds, ya ass gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete and shakin'

I'm from side motherfucker
Where explode
If you like ya on fire, boy
and roll

Niggas'll ass up 'cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a or you can lock and load
Party jumpin', bouncin' that ass
I fuck

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

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

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

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

ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
'Cuz a robbery can into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to
Because I pop you run a than pop at jake

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

I'm observant in my hood, these be dummin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is runnin'
That make it harder and to pump 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 little dro, a Hennessey
A nigga juz don't how to act

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

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

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

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

In my
got love for me
But I don't go nowhere my strap
In my
A little dro, a Hennessey
A nigga juz don't how to act

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