Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

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

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

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

All engulfed into the pussy was tight
If she threw the pussy right I got mushy
Damn baby, I love you take all my
You got to lie Jay, you already gettin' the ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 back I'm back again

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

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

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

Marcy to
And back again and back
Back again,