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 Village}

the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a warnin', just a chance to live
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I 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 then y'all can fuck
how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all better rock y'all hoodies
Take money, jewelry, in the hood
You the best woman lookin' good
Diamond she need
In my hood, all the legal
At the same time we stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with gun
Keep it in the hood, where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, of the gangsta
I a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we mathematics and build
What's the total weight of the brain, Allah
Slang and hold 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 and drop a lesson
testin', in the hood
Got the from the hoodrat
Shorty on the

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

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad in the woods
It ain't all good, pass the
in the project halls waitin' to shine
Walk with a and talk with gang signs
In the hood, put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the
And roll dick on the flip

Weed clouds enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun,
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 apartment
O.G., I spit G to the young
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 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit'
Nying, nying, nying, me say

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

The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the
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 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 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 wit' nying
Nying, nying,