Luyện nghe bài hát In My Hood

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

Ya niggas lay down, young 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 from South motherfucker
gats explode
If you like ya on fire, boy
Drop and

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

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

In my
got love for me
But I don't go nowhere 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 around to buck back
In my

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

Tell ya open the safe, as ya start to race
'Cuz a robbery can 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 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 them
That it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when hot?

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

In my
is grimy
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 hook until them go off
that's what you get for stuntin' on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you
Crack slow, so you know niggas is trippin'

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

The grimy niggas where I'm 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
got love for me
But I don't go 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
might buck at me
So I keep somethin' around to buck
In my