Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, goin' on, man?
I see five-O over there, is five-O?
Same muthafuckas beat my partner down last week
But I trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on, is right? Yeah
But where you stayin' at, man, what's on?
Same neighborhood, man
Just tryin' to get this shit off the
This rap thing, you know? Yeah, I that shit, man
Let them know what time it is, yeah, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Welcome to the ghetto, although I it my neighborhood
people get out, but some people stay for good
I see a dopefiend 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 pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, a little swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he the bottle

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

It was his wife, and the started bustin' at me
I can't believe this shit, bitch is trigger-happy
Pull out my nine, the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend
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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