Luyện nghe bài hát Life's a Puzzle

in the hood, (life in the hood)
Life in the hood, (yeah, just a puzzle)
Life in the hood, (life in, in the hood)
Life in the hood, is like a puzzle

Its a jungle, sometimes
you rhyme
The hood you under
Niggas to wonder
Why you all these summers
I ain't seen the
In like or six weeks
Cos I'm back on the block
Lookin I'm shell shocked
In and out
south, up north
I'm back, forth and forth
I can't seem to keep my ass outta dough
Cos I'm doin dirt
Put in for the turf
I did a of killin
And still learnt a damn thing
Except how to bang
Talk slang and shoot
And now I I'm the mack of the century
Cos I got this runnin through the penatentiary
But never knowin she was hoe'ing in the hood,
Till the day my say 'dre that bitch a hoodrat'
But the package on some nights
And I'm
Just piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life

Life in the hood is just a puzzle (like a puzzle)
If in the game, your for trouble (lookin for trouble)

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My is like a puzzle
I thank God for everyday I'm
Livin in the world cos I'm bout
Bein, a black male is like havin on
Some gaseline bailin through hell
Cos we have no win we can all see
Ask king, michael j and mike t
And about oj, I think it's a set up
Pac you it first but my nigga keep your head up
They don't wanna see another man make it
And we get that look nice
wanna take it
So it, 187 on the po-lice
I'm of seein nigga's get stressed
And fucked no grease
No peace, no
Motherfuck
Live doin dirt outta cuttless
The three march
It help the situation
All it did was increase the jail

(life in the hood is just a puzzle)
Life in the is just like a puzzle

My is a piece to my puzzle
I love ass to death
But the more I around
There ain't too many of us
Survival of the
And the strong survive
I can count real niggas dead than alive
So niggas the talkin
Let that bullshit walkin
I'm tryin to get
So wasting my time
And if I had a for everytime I met a bitch
That I thought was the
My ass be rich
But no, I'm
And bitches a joke
Nigga you check yo bitch, talkin shit
Will get that hoe smoked, (I'm down you baby)
Bitch, don't make a nigga start
to get inside my heart
So she can tear my life
I got enough strain on my brain
Than to be busy worried about busy ass dame
But game, recognise game the dresta
Fool, I you knew about the westside gangsta

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