Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be kid, What the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck,
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 wanna eat it
So now you got to, it}

Yo the, yo
Let me fuck it one more then y'all 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, snatch jewelry, in the
You find the woman lookin' good
Diamond she polishin'
In my hood, all the legal
At the same time we gotta killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, walk with they gun
it in the hood, that's where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the
I know a few murderer, drug
In the hood, we speak and build
What's the total 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
Movin' the Wesson

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, millimeter me say
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah 'bout 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 gang
In the hood, niggaz put twenties on
Four heads, one forty and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And dick throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never the gun, understood?
Far from ya
From day one, I I would keep it in the hood
From project with hips and slim waists
From five dollar apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the young
I keep it in the hood that's 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, Masta Killa come calm nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

This is the where thugs is born, in the hood
to long ya life is gone, in the hood
Convicts live with they mom
And they family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood
Crack furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be cabs, in the hood
In the streets the 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 to drugs, in the hood
We make life or death
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, 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' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit'
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, Masta Killa come wit' nying
Nying, nying,