Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, what's on, man?
I see five-O over there, is that
Same that beat my partner down last week
But I trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's be on, is that right? Yeah
But where you at, man, what's goin' on?
muthafuckin' 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 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 wooden fence
A nigga have brains 'cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or whatever you call it, he got the task on his ass
Better haul it, fiends 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 nine click, I'm in the cut, night
About 12 O'clock, I see brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black
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, task in the trees
Brothers be clockin' G's, slingin' KI's up in my

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Funk, is a part of my
It's the sound of the Spice
Warning, check out the blast of a
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or three or

every 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
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, they

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

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Welcome to the ghetto, although I it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some 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 your before"
It was my pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he threw the

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

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 in the left titty
That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend
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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