Luyện nghe bài hát Love 4 Tha Hood

Lil' & bird in the house (geah)
on the run in the house (right)
Da foe in the (that's right)
My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't but clownin', geah baby)
The eihthype in the house
Ain't but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'?
And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm

it out

Here another gang tale from that street smart cat
First lesson: don't be without your gat
Cause out here they be trippin' on all of shit
From the colors to the way that you hit your
Don't be a nigga
Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your
Now represent you got no fuckin' sense at all
On every that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)
Jump in the back seat, we on a
Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies that
I lay and close my eyes and wonder
How many niggas the hood gon' take under (geah)
But it's a fact; that these be slippin'
Gon' get up with the muthafuckin mac
But all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work
I got 4 tha hood
on

Uh, geah, geah,
We got for our hood
(throw hands in the air)
Do you got love 4 your hood? c'mon
(throw your shit in the air you just don't care)

Can't to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 I'm ready to kick it with them
Let my rag slightly out the button hole
I'm ready to stack higher than a totem pole
Geah, I hopes gang shit don't ever cease
Duckin' and dodgin' the school police
To the west, we got power, one time's
by the dozen, everybody's cousin
Caviar selling's how we our biz
Drive-by just the way that it is
Cavi in the bushes, in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody better a dash
Living that life on the ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
You best not wanna be startin'
But geah, it's all good, dirt, puttin' in work
I got for the hood, come on

(hey)
Who got love for their
You got love for your
Cause we got for our hood...

[da
I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. loc's
We more dirt, puttin' in work
I walks around like owes me something
gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin
16 years and I'm the maker
Hittin' you - up like a you gets played like sega
Only g's come from the west
So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your
Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad
Like t.l.c. I creep through hood and put you to sleep
Let's it clearly understood
Like niggas ? can damn? o.g.'s in the pen and we runnin' the
Shit, better be raisin up
Cause foe gon' inside my back
Your block will get tore up this mac (10)
Open your and see (yeah)
Cause we got love for the hood, yeah

We got love for our
Do you got love for your
I said da in the house, nigga
I said da foe's in the
We got for our hood
Do you got love for your
Da in the house
True thugs from the muthafuckin streets
Compton sewed up the muthafuckin top to the bottom
Nigga, you want thug we got 'em
You hoe bitches we got 'em
Uh cluck-heads, uh
one-time, geah
Skanless-ass niggas,
Mark-ass uh
And coward-ass
Niggas like ha ha ahaha, geah