Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

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

I to walk around my hood, smokin' dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees, is slingin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken-down wooden
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 suckin' up the crack in the
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 jack 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 rollin' up in a 'Vette
but the money 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
be clockin' G's, slingin' KI's up in my neighborhood

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

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

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

See a cop raise off the block
That's how it is in the of slingin' rocks
'Cause on the TV they it look real good
But Mr. Rogers got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood

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Welcome to the ghetto, I call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but people stay for good
I see a dopefiend he's a O.G.
He scratched his head and started 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, left a little
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and he threw the bottle

I down, and I had to duck real fast
two feet back, and then I banked 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 can't believe this shit, this bitch is
Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the titty
That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend
And now sayin' I'm the nigga up to no good
If gives a fuck if Bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood

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