Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

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

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

Or sess, or you wanna call it, he got the task on his ass
Better haul it, suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a on the ground, now he's 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
12 O'clock, I see some brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black
but the money for the paycheck

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

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Funk, is a of my life
the sound of the gangster Spice
Warning, check out the blast of a
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or or four

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

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

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

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

I say, "What up, old man, I seen face before"
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, tore
He had a 40 in his hand, a little swallow
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 nigga's out
I a bitch yell "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 bitch in the left
That's how it is in a dopefiend city
And now you're sayin' I'm the nigga up to no
If a fuck if you're Bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood

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