Luyện nghe bài hát Life's a Puzzle

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

Its a jungle, sometimes
you rhyme
The took you under
start to wonder
Why you missin all summers
I ain't the streets
In five or six weeks
Cos I'm back on the cell
Lookin like I'm shocked
In and out
Down south, up
I'm back back, and forth
I can't seem to keep my black ass outta
Cos I'm doin dirt
Put in work for the
I did a gang of
And ain't learnt a damn thing
Except how to gang
Talk slang and shoot
And now I think I'm the mack of the
Cos I got this runnin through the penatentiary
But never knowin she was hoe'ing in the hood,
Till the day my homies say 'dre that a hoodrat'
But shoot the package on some
And I'm
another 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 lookin for (lookin for trouble)

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My life is like a
I God for everyday I'm seeing
Livin in the cos I'm bout european
Bein, a young black male is havin on
Some gaseline bailin through hell
Cos we have no win we can all see
Ask king, michael j and mike t
And what about oj, I think a set up
Pac you said it first but my keep your head up
They wanna see another black man make it
And everything we get that look
They wanna it
So it, 187 on the po-lice
I'm tired of seein nigga's get
And with no grease
No peace, no
this
Live bg's dirt outta cuttless
The three march
It help the situation
All it did was the jail population

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

My homies is a to my puzzle
I love they ass to
But the I look around
There too many of us left
of the fittest
And the strong survive
I can count more real niggas than alive
So niggas stop the
Let that keep walkin
I'm to get mine
So quit my time
And if I had a for everytime I met a bitch
I thought was the shit
My ass be rich
But no, I'm
And ain't a joke
you better check yo bitch, talkin shit
Will get that hoe smoked, (I'm with you baby)
Bitch, don't even make a nigga
to get inside my heart
So she can tear my apart
I got enough strain on my brain
Than to be busy worried about some ass dame
But game, recognise game with the
Fool, I you knew about the westside gangsta

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