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 Red Clay Village}

{What the fuck niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya 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 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 y'all can fuck
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

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

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, Allah
jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions dark
Movin' with the

Welcome to the God, we 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 talk di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit'
Nying, nying, nying, me say

Aey yo, we in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods
It all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project halls to shine
Walk with a and talk with gang signs
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 roll dick throw on the

Weed clouds thick enough to the sun
Cops come, but thugs never 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 five plates apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the ones
I keep it in the hood that's where I come

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, Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say

This is the place where is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya is gone, in the hood
Convicts live with they mom
And they whole family is tattooed on they arm, in the hood
Crack furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be drivin' cabs, in the
In the streets the is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the

The ones you love'll you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the
We make or death decisions
And the school is like a minimal prison
So you can't the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, 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, 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 talk di
Murder, no fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm nying
Nying, nying,