Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin'
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is
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, give you a fair warnin', just a 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 time then can fuck
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz better rock y'all
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You find the best woman good
Diamond she need
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, where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the
I know a few murderer, drug
In the hood, we speak mathematics and
What's the total weight of the brain, real
jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick sucked on the of the projects
Dice in the park, blunt sessions after dark
with the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we and drop a lesson
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' ah talk '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 ain't all good, the goods
Deep in the project halls to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
And keep on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And dick throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick to block the sun
Cops come, but never drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya
day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
From chicks with hips and slim waists
From dollar plates 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, millimeter 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

is the place where thugs is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya life is gone, in the
Convicts still live they mom
And they family tree is tattooed on they 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 block cops, in the hood

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