Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, what's on, man?
I see over there, is that five-O?
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last
But I ain't trippin', I got this 187 by my side
It's finna be on, is that Yeah
But where you at, man, what's goin' on?
Same neighborhood, man
Just tryin' to get this off the ground
rap thing, you know? Yeah, I heard that shit, man
Let them niggas what time it is, yeah, check it

I like to walk around my hood, smokin' a lot
I see brothers in the trees, is they slingin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken-down wooden
A nigga didn't have 'cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or you wanna call it, he got the task on his ass
haul it, fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a pebble on the ground, now lookin' hard
Will he keep or will he cease and just forget the hit?

Or pull a jack move and let the nine click, I'm in the cut, late
About 12 O'clock, I see brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a 'Vette
but the money for the paycheck

"Another day, another up in the alleyway"
That's what the boys in the Bay up in say
The California life, in the palm trees
be clockin' G's, slingin' KI's up in my neighborhood

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Funk, is a part of my
It's the of the gangster Spice
Warning, check out the of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or or four

'Cause every in my hood is hardcore
Boom-boom to the death of a cop, pop-pop-pop, see one drop
nigga off the peppermint schnapps
And now you wonder why young sling hop?

woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope
Niggas slingin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and
The spot, it was poppin', but yet the fuzz ridin' my jock
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, flock

See a cop raise off the block
how it is in the game of slingin' rocks
'Cause on the TV they make it look good
But Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the

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to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some stay for good
I see a dopefiend yellin' a O.G.
He scratched his head and started starin' like he me

I say, "What up, old man, I seen face before"
It was my homie's pops, dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and he threw the bottle

I down, and I had to duck real fast
Stepped two back, and then I banked his ass
I started kickin' and stompin' my nigga's out
I heard a bitch "Freeze" and runnin' out the house

It was his wife, and the bitch bustin' at me
I can't believe this shit, this bitch is
Pull out my nine, bust the in the left titty
how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city
And now you're I'm the nigga up to no good
If gives a fuck if you're Bush, you get up in my neighborhood

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