Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

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

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

Or sess, or whatever you wanna 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 he's hard
Will he keep searchin' or he cease and just forget the hit?

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

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

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In my, in my, in my
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Funk, is a part of my
the sound of the gangster Spice
Warning, check out the blast of a
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, one or two or three or four

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

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

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

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In my, in my, in my
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to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some people stay for
I see a yellin' he's a O.G.
He his head and started starin' 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, left a little
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he threw the

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

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

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