Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

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

As a youth I used to the weed up
Old heads said I thought more a soldier than a leader
In to succeed I had to slow my speed up
Didn't listen to took another puff of the chieva

said, "Believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
With every 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 into 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
Soon as I got soft it her off
I got relaxed put my feet up dissin' my friends
And that's when the ceiling in

I went from Marcy to
And back again and again
I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and 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' than the person
That's foul with to stick you quicker

brand new, nigga
Yup this is the foulest ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Same dude with the hard went from laid back
To locked out from talk it to T, I shot him
Ready to perish all the you cherish
you the wettest 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 lost my moms
Why I need to feel something steel in both my

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

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

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

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

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

Marcy to
And again and back again
Back again,