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 outpost called Red Clay Village}

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you 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, give you a fair warnin', a chance to live
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, I split 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 time y'all can fuck
Y'know how we do it in the
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

niggaz better rock y'all hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You find the best lookin' good
she need polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshot
At the time we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk they gun
Keep it in the hood, where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug
In the hood, we speak mathematics and
the total weight of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80
Get my dick sucked on the roof of the
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after
Movin' with the

Welcome to the God, we build and drop a
testin', in the hood
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 in the woods
It all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang
In the hood, niggaz put twenties on
Four heads, one forty ounce and a
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And dick throw on the flip

clouds thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya
From day one, I vowed I keep it in the hood
From project chicks with hips and waists
From five dollar plates six-eighths
O.G., I G to the young 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, 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

This is the place where is born, in the hood
to long ya life is gone, in the hood
Convicts still with they mom
And they whole family is tattooed on they arm, in the hood
fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be cabs, in the hood
In the the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the

The ones you fill you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born to drugs, in the hood
We make life or decisions
And the school system is like a minimal
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 Killa come 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 'bout di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying,