Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck y'all thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, 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 fuck it one more then y'all can fuck
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz better y'all hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You the best woman lookin' good
she need polishin'
In my hood, all the legal
At the same time we gotta stop killin' our
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's we come from

I rep Brooklyn, of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and
the total weight of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions dark
with the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we build and a lesson
testin', in the hood
Got the word from the
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' ah talk 'bout 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, pass the
Deep in the project halls waitin' to
with a nine and talk with gang signs
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty ounce and a
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And roll throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick enough to the sun
come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya
From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the
From project chicks with hips and 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, millimeter 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 family tree is tattooed on arm, in the hood
Crack fiend'd a 'Lac, in the hood
be drivin' cabs, in the hood
In the the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the with cops, in the hood

The you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the
We make life or death
And the school is like a minimal prison
So you can't the hustle or the life that 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, 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' them ah talk di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit'
Nying, nying,