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?
Only 14, product of a home
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your
Tryin to see how much weed you can take in your
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he his sentence
Askin me what I believe, have I repented?
Type of shit niggas talk about they get high
Passed out, eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the old lies
Tryin hard not to all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin black like an 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 (The peace can be)
In My Hood (Look and tell me you're free)
In My (Come with 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]
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, this is music
The other day a young lady threw her baby of the an'
Six niggas died homicide and drug shootins
My mom just went of the loose end
drugs abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night
Black pimps and whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor
To do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue
From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the of Judah
We live our lives ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause outside there's a War
And inside niggas waitin on their call
When friends, dies niggas ride for their dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the soul
Yo, we got uncles home from doin a bid
Movin ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us
The is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue 'cause God the test
I hear oldies from who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in cold for days
It's that all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
Triple-oh's in the cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of
40 busters, 4 hustlers
west side, to Bed-Stuy
Neathas in in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

[Outro: Killah
It's all in My Hood