Luyện nghe bài hát Love 4 Tha Hood

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

it out

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

Uh, geah, geah,
We got for our hood
(throw your in the air)
Do you got love 4 hood? geah c'mon
(throw your shit in the air like you just care)

Can't to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 killers I'm ready to it with them
Let my rag hang slightly out the button
I'm ready to stack chips higher a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this gang don't ever cease
Duckin' and dodgin' from the school
To the west, we got power, one scary
Hoodrats by the dozen, cousin
Caviar how we handle our biz
Drive-by shooting's just the way it is
Cavi in the bushes, in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody better make a
Living that on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
You best not wanna be something
But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, in work
I got for the hood, come on

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

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

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