Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

Back again and back
I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back

As a I used to hold the weed up
Old heads said I more like a soldier than a leader
In order to I had to slow my speed up
Didn't listen to stuff took puff of the chieva

They said, "Believe us or not trust is somethin' you
With mistake you make back to us you return"
would go Hollywood, I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was
If she threw the pussy I got mushy like
baby, I love you take all my cash
You ain't got to lie Jay, you already the ass

She loved that I was a thug it her on
Soon as I got it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up dissin' my friends
And that's the ceiling fell in

I went Marcy to Hollywood
And again and back again
I went from to Hollywood
And again and back again

I came with the shines like the streets was blind
Didn't my Algebra, no caliber stick me
I was thinkin' how and for But reality bites
Like a thousand mutts, nothin' worse than the
That's with guts to stick you quicker

brand new, nigga
Yup this is the foulest this Hollywood
the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps and

Who dope can ten steps and remain raw
Who has no regards for the
Me who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all eat?

day that we all would beef?
Did you know the crabs in the barrow?
They hear me creep
It's a war in these streets

I'm from the ghetto to the
And I'm back I'm back again
I'm the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back I'm back again

Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and again
From Marcy to
And back and back again

As a I used to fold up, old heads
Said I more like a leader than a soldier
in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
Food cat personified went to school

Learned wild shit me feel kinda live
Off of nothin' with this 9 to 5
I stayed broke me easier to provoke
Ready to yoke the muthafucka that joked

Same with the hard bottom went from laid back
To out from talk it over to T, I shot him
to perish all the shit you cherish
Leave you the I got a you die first, fetish

I can recall helpin' old chicks the street
Now I help myself liftin' cats off they
Can't give a fuck, nigga, I just my moms
Why I need to feel something in both my arms?

I went from to Hollywood
And back again and back
I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back and back again

I'm the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back I'm back again
I'm the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm again I'm back again

I went from Marcy to
And again back again
Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back

Geah, y'all niggas don't like to think
I'ma make it easy for y'all
You got three different of nigga
First cat, as a youth is real

And for reason he hit the money or whatever cooled out
You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always remained
You know that type then you got one cat very smart man
wanted him to be a lawyer doctor, whatever
Pressure drove him crazy, he wiled out, ha

to Hollywood
And back again and back
Back again,