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, ain't a shell 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 blood and ya out
ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin'

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

Niggas'll eatcha ass up 'cuz they 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 play me a punk

In my
Niggas got for me
But I don't go nowhere 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
might buck at me
So I keep somethin' around to buck
In my

I don't trust a motherfuckin' soul the D's come they fold
On my first case told
Where I'm it ain't 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 can turn 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 niggas are lurkin'
You have to 'em and merk 'em

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

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

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

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

The grimy niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you 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 dro, a lil' Hennessey
A juz don't know how to act

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