Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hood

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

{What the fuck niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
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 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, I split ya wig
I'd rather you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got to, it}

Yo the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz better rock y'all
Take money, snatch jewelry, in the
You find the best lookin' good
Diamond she polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshot
At the time we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with gun
Keep it in the hood, that's where we from

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

to the God, we build and drop a lesson
Pussyhole testin', in the
Got the word from the
Shorty on the

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

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad in the woods
It all good, pass the goods
in the project halls waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with signs
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And roll throw on the flip

Weed thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun,
Far ya Hollywood
From day one, I vowed I would it in the hood
project chicks with hips and slim waists
From dollar plates apartment 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 Killa come calm wit'
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 on they arm, in the hood
Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the
be drivin' cabs, in the hood
In the streets the is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block cops, in the hood

The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the
We make life or 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 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 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 calm wit' nying
Nying, nying,