Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we a fuck, listen
to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just 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 ain't eat it
So now you got to, it}

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

Y'all niggaz better rock hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You find the woman lookin' good
Diamond she need
In my hood, all the legal
At the time we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz with they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's where we 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 dick on the roof of the projects
game in the park, blunt sessions after dark
Movin' the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we build and drop a
testin', in the hood
Got the word the hoodrat
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 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

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

clouds thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but never drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya
From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the
From project with hips and slim waists
From five plates apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the ones
I keep it in the hood 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' them ah talk di
Murder, Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

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

The ones you love'll you with slugs, in the hood
born addicted to drugs, in the hood
We life or death decisions
And the system is like 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, millimeter me say
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah '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' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come wit' nying
Nying, nying,