Luyện nghe bài hát In My Neighborhood

Hey yo, Spice, what's on, man?
I see five-O there, is that five-O?
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 you stayin' at, man, what's goin' on?
muthafuckin' neighborhood, man
Just tryin' to get this shit off the
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?
Runnin' through a broken-down wooden
A nigga didn't brains 'cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it, he got the on his ass
Better 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 jack move and let the nine click, I'm in the cut, late
About 12 O'clock, I see some brothers bustin' in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a 'Vette
Nothin' but the money for the

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

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

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

Never woulda 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, flock

See a undercover cop off the block
how it is in the game of slingin' rocks
'Cause on the TV they make it look 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
people get out, but some people stay for good
I see a yellin' 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 pops, shirt 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 and stompin' my nigga's brains out
I heard a bitch "Freeze" and runnin' out the house

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

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