Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

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

As a youth I used to the weed up
Old heads said I more like a soldier than a leader
In order to succeed I had to my speed up
listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

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

All engulfed honeys the pussy was tight
If she the pussy right I got mushy like
Damn baby, I love you all my cash
You ain't got to lie Jay, you gettin' the ass

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

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

I came through with the like the streets was blind
Didn't my Algebra, no caliber stick me
I was thinkin' how and for what? But bites
a thousand mutts, nothin' worse than the person
That's foul with guts to stick you

This brand new,
Yup this is the this ain't Hollywood
the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten and draw

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

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

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

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

As a youth I used to up, old heads
Said I thought more like a leader than a
Back in the days never no thought shit was cool
cat personified even went to school

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

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

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the
Now I help myself cats off they feet
Can't a fuck, nigga, I just lost my moms
Why I need to something steel in both my arms?

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

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

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

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

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

Marcy to
And back again and again
Back again,