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 down last week
But I ain't trippin', I got 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on, is that right?
But you stayin' at, man, what's goin' on?
Same neighborhood, man
tryin' to get this shit off the ground
This rap thing, you know? Yeah, I that shit, man
Let them niggas know time it is, yeah, check it

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

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

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

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

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In my, in my, in my
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Funk, is a of my life
the sound of the gangster Spice
Warning, out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or three or

'Cause every brother in my 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 of dope
Niggas slingin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and
The spot, it was poppin', but yet the fuzz kept ridin' my
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they

See a undercover cop off the block
how it is in the game of slingin' rocks
'Cause on the TV they make it 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 stay for good
I see a yellin' he's a O.G.
He scratched his and started starin' like he knows me

I say, "What up, old man, I seen your 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 ducked down, and I had to duck fast
Stepped two back, and then I banked his ass
I started kickin' and stompin' my brains out
I a bitch yell "Freeze" and runnin' out the house

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

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In my, in my, in my
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