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

[Killah
What up little nigga, you smokin on?
Only 14, product of a broken
Out late, to tell me that you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how much weed you can take in your
Indeed, take out the seeds, he finished his sentence
me what I believe, have I ever repented?
Type of shit talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, days go by
Bullshittin one with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain
Saw the turnin black like an angel died
said you a curse if you don't pay your ties
It's like that to the day our loved ones die
Lookin up at the sky, "Please sun shine"
But all we see is dark days, no sun rays
Only gun plays, in My

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

[Killah
We've got Powerules and
Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement
The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X
The revolution, is rebel music
The other day a young lady her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas from homicide and drug shootins
My mom just went of the loose end
From abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
Lovin they clips, sittin on dubs in they
Folks, and vice lords, when night falls
Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the
From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of
We live our through ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause there's a Cold War
And inside niggas waitin on their road
friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogs
Don't why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got uncles comin 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
argue 'cause God makes the test
I hear oldies from OG's who old tea
OD in doorways, out in cold for four days
It's like all day
We gat rollin 60's, for over
Triple-oh's in the cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
west side, to Bed-Stuy
Neathas in in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and Chevy's hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, all good
In My

[Outro: Killah
It's all good in My