Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be kid, What the fuck is wrong?
the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just 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 then y'all can
Y'know how we do it in the
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz rock y'all hoodies
Take money, snatch jewelry, in the
You find the best lookin' good
Diamond she need
In my hood, all the gunshot
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, of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug
In the hood, we speak and build
What's the weight of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick sucked on the of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt after dark
Movin' 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' them ah 'bout di
Murder, Killa come calm wit' nying
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 halls waitin' to
Walk with a nine and talk gang signs
In the hood, niggaz put on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And roll throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick to block the sun
come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?
Far ya Hollywood
day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
From project chicks with hips and slim
From five dollar apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the young
I keep it in the that's 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' ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

This is the place thugs is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya life is gone, in the
Convicts live with they mom
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the
Crack fiend'd 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 you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the
We make or death decisions
And the school system is a minimal prison
So you can't knock the or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it all good, repent or you sinnin'

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