Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, goin' on, man?
I see five-O there, is that five-O?
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down week
But I ain't trippin', I got 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on, is that Yeah
But where you stayin' at, man, what's 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 know what time it is, yeah, it

I to walk around my hood, smokin' dank a lot
I see some in the trees, is they slingin' rocks?
Runnin' a broken-down wooden fence
A nigga have brains 'cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or whatever you 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
he keep searchin' or will he cease and just forget the hit?

Or pull a jack move and let the click, I'm in the cut, late night
About 12 O'clock, I see brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my rollin' up in a black '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, task in the trees
Brothers be clockin' G's, slingin' up in my neighborhood

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Funk, is a of my life
It's the sound of the Spice
Warning, out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, one or two or three or four

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

Never woulda thought I'd be a dealer of
slingin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and throats
The spot, it was poppin', but yet the fuzz kept ridin' my
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, flock

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

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Welcome to the ghetto, 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 like he knows me

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

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

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

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