Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

{The story you're about to see, occurred along the
Trading route, on the border between the and South
At a small called Red Clay Village}

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin'
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe
Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck,
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', a chance to live
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I ya wig
I'd rather you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got to, it}

Yo the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can
Y'know how we do it in the
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

niggaz better rock y'all hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You find the woman lookin' good
Diamond she need
In my hood, all the legal
At the same we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz with they gun
Keep it in the hood, where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, of the gangsta
I a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and
What's the total of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80
Get my dick sucked on the of the projects
game in the park, blunt sessions after dark
Movin' with the

to the God, we build and drop a lesson
Pussyhole testin', in the
Got the from the hoodrat
on the wood

Murder, bad boy ya off an'
Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine me say
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit'
Nying, nying, nying, me say

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the
It ain't all good, pass the
Deep in the project halls waitin' to
Walk with a nine and talk with signs
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty and a loosie
And dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And roll dick throw on the

Weed thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but never drop the gun, understood?
Far ya Hollywood
From day one, I I would keep it in the hood
From project chicks hips and slim waists
From dollar plates apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the young
I it in the hood that's where I come from

Murder, bad boy ya off an'
Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine me say
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

This is the place where is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya life is gone, in the
Convicts still live they mom
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the
Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the
Africans be cabs, in the hood
In the streets the is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block cops, in the hood

The ones you fill you with slugs, in the hood
born addicted to drugs, in the hood
We make life or death
And the school is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it all good, repent or you sinnin'

Murder, bad boy ya off an'
Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine me say
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, boy ya pop off an'
Murder, men an' them ah 'bout di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah 'bout di
Murder, Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying,