Luyện nghe bài hát Life's a Puzzle

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

Its a jungle, sometimes
When you
The hood took you
Niggas start to
Why you missin all summers
I seen the streets
In like or six weeks
Cos I'm on the cell block
like I'm shell shocked
In and out
Down south, up
I'm back, forth 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 still learnt a damn thing
Except how to gang
slang and shoot game
And now I I'm the mack of the century
Cos I got this runnin through the penatentiary
But never she was hoe'ing in the hood, black
Till the day my homies say 'dre that a hoodrat'
But the package on some nights
And I'm
another piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life

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

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My life is a puzzle
I thank God for I'm seeing
in the world cos I'm bout european
Bein, a black male is like havin on
Some gaseline underwear bailin hell
Cos we have no win we can all see
Ask rodney king, michael j and t
And what 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 everything we get that nice
wanna take it
So make it, 187 on the
I'm tired of seein nigga's get
And fucked no grease
No peace, no
this
Live doin dirt outta cuttless
The strikes march
It help the situation
All it did was increase the population

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

My homies is a piece to my
I they ass to death
But the I look around
There ain't too many of us
Survival of the
And the strong survive
I can count more niggas dead than alive
So niggas the talkin
Let that bullshit walkin
I'm to get mine
So wasting my time
And if I had a dime for everytime I met a
That I thought was the
My ass be rich
But no, I'm
And bitches a joke
Nigga you better yo bitch, talkin shit
Will get that hoe smoked, (I'm down you baby)
Bitch, don't make a nigga start
Tryin to get 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 with the dresta
Fool, I thought you about the westside gangsta

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