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 d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby)
The thugs in the house
nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'?
And goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'?

it out

Here goes another gang tale that street smart cat
First lesson: don't be without your gat
Cause out here they be on all kinds of shit
From the to the way that you hit your switch
Don't be a nigga
Just belong to the gang of your with your hand on your trigga
Now represent like you got no sense at all
On every corner 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 back and close my 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 it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in
I got 4 tha hood
on

Uh, geah, geah,
We got for our hood
(throw your in the air)
Do you got 4 your hood? geah c'mon
(throw your shit in the air like you 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 hang out the button hole
I'm ready to chips higher than a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this shit don't ever cease
Duckin' and dodgin' from the school
To the west, we got power, one time's
Hoodrats by the dozen, cousin
selling's how we handle our biz
Drive-by shooting's the way that it is
in the bushes, straps in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody better a dash
Living life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
You best not wanna be something
But geah, it's all good, dirt, puttin' in work
I got for the hood, come on

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

[da
I grabs my and represent tha fuckin b.g. local loc's
We more dirt, puttin' in work
I walks around compton owes me something
Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be
16 young and I'm the maker
Hittin' you - up a pager you gets played like sega
Only real g's from the west
So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch 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, better be raisin up
Cause foe gon' inside my back
Your block get tore up with this mac (10)
Open eyes and see (yeah)
Cause we got love for the muthafuckin' hood,

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