Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you bitch?
Are you son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?
the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
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 feed you this, but you wanna eat it
So now you got to, it}

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

Y'all niggaz better rock hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You find the best lookin' good
Diamond she polishin'
In my hood, all the legal
At the same time we gotta stop our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz with they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the
I know a few murderer, drug
In the hood, we mathematics and build
What's the weight of the brain, Allah real
jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my sucked on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after
Movin' the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we build and a lesson
testin', in the hood
Got the word from the
Shorty on the

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 nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the
It ain't all good, the goods
Deep in the halls waitin' to shine
with a nine and talk with gang signs
In the hood, niggaz put on Hoopties
heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And dick throw on the flip

Weed thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs drop the gun, understood?
Far ya Hollywood
From day one, I I would keep it in the hood
project chicks with hips and slim waists
From five dollar apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the ones
I keep it in the 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 come calm nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

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

The ones you love'll you with slugs, in the hood
born addicted to drugs, in the hood
We make life or death
And the school system is a minimal prison
So you knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, 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 talk di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk di
Murder, Masta come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying,