Luyện nghe bài hát In My Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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