Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? you thinkin' bitch?
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 bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, I split 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 time then y'all can fuck
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz rock y'all hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You the best woman lookin' good
Diamond she need
In my hood, all the gunshot
At the same time we stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz with they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's where we come

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

Welcome to the God, we build and drop a
Pussyhole testin', in the
Got the word the hoodrat
Shorty on the

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 Killa come wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the
It all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one ounce and a loosie
And keep on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And roll throw on the flip

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

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' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come 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 whole family tree is on they arm, in the hood
Crack furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be drivin' cabs, in the
In the the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the

The ones you love'll fill you slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the
We make life or death
And the school system is like a minimal
So you can't knock the hustle or the life I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you

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, Killa 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' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying,