Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood

[Intro: Killah
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in My
In My
In My
In My Hood, yo, yo

Priest]
What up nigga, what you smokin on?
14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to me that you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how much you can take in your system
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he his sentence
Askin me what I believe, have I repented?
of shit niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin go by
Bullshittin one another with the old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that inside
Saw the turnin black like an angel died
Preacher said you a curse if you pay your ties
It's like that to the day our loved ones die
up at the sky, "Please sun come shine"
But all we see is dark days, no sun rays
gun plays, in My Hood

[Chorus: Priest (Amber Alexis)]
In My (What you see is tragedy)
In My Hood (The can be)
In My (Look around and tell me you're free)
In My Hood (Come me to My Hood)
In My Hood (Look around at you see)
In My (Tragedy, in My Hood)
(Look and tell me you're free)
(Come me to My Hood)

Priest]
got Powerules and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement
The death of Newton, the of Clarence X students
The revolution, is rebel music
The other day a young threw her baby of the roof an'
Six died from homicide and drug shootins
My homey's mom just went of the end
From drugs abusin, this is thug
Bloods and Crips, huggin the
Lovin they clips, sittin on in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night
pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we in the morgue
From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of
We live our lives ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause outside there's a War
And inside niggas waitin on road call
friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the soul
Yo, we got comin home from doin a bid
Movin ya crib, you and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The rest is in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't 'cause God makes the test
I oldies from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in cold for days
It's like all day
We gat rollin 60's, for 50's
in the windy cities
Latin Kings, Queens
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From side, to Bed-Stuy
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

[Outro: Priest]
all good in My Hood