Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

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

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

Or sess, or whatever you wanna it, he got the task on his ass
Better haul it, fiends up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a pebble on the ground, now lookin' hard
Will he keep searchin' or will he cease and 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
There go my rollin' up in a black 'Vette
Nothin' but the for the paycheck

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

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

'Cause brother in my hood is hardcore
to the death of a cop, pop-pop-pop, see another one drop
Crazy-ass off the peppermint schnapps
And now you wonder why young niggas sling

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

See a undercover cop off the block
That's how it is in the of slingin' rocks
'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
Some people get out, but some people stay for
I see a dopefiend yellin' 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, shirt dirty, tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and he threw the bottle

I ducked down, and I had to duck real
Stepped two back, and then I banked his ass
I started and stompin' my nigga's 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, bitch is trigger-happy
Pull out my nine, the bitch in the left titty
how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city
And now you're sayin' I'm the nigga up to no
If a fuck if you're Bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood

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