Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, what's goin' on,
I see five-O there, is that five-O?
Same muthafuckas 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 you stayin' at, man, what's goin' on?
Same neighborhood, man
Just tryin' to get this off the ground
rap thing, you know? Yeah, I heard that shit, man
Let them know what time it is, yeah, check it

I like to around my hood, smokin' dank a lot
I see brothers in the trees, is they slingin' rocks?
through a broken-down wooden fence
A nigga have brains 'cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or whatever you call 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 lookin'
he keep searchin' or will he cease and just forget the hit?

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

"Another day, dead up in the alleyway"
what the boys 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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Funk, is a of my life
It's the of the gangster Spice
Warning, out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or three or

every brother in my hood is hardcore
Boom-boom to the death of a cop, pop-pop-pop, see one drop
Crazy-ass nigga off the schnapps
And now you wonder why young niggas hop?

woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope
Niggas slingin' and bangin' and breakin' and throats
The spot, it was poppin', but yet the fuzz ridin' my jock
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they

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

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Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my
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' like he me

I say, "What up, old man, I seen your before"
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants
He had a 40 in his hand, left a swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he threw the

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

It was his wife, and the started bustin' at me
I believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy
Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left
That's how it is in a burned-out city
And now sayin' I'm the nigga up to no good
If gives a fuck if you're Bush, you get jacked up in my

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