Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood

[Intro: Priest]
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?
14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me 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
Askin me what I believe, have I repented?
Type of shit niggas talk when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin go by
Bullshittin one with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel
said you a curse if you don't pay your ties
It's that to the day that our loved ones die
Lookin up at the sky, "Please sun shine"
But all we see is dark days, ain't no sun
gun plays, in My Hood

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

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

[Killah
'cause there's a Cold War
And inside niggas on their road call
When friends, niggas ride for their road dogs
know why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got uncles comin from doin a bid
ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
argue 'cause God makes the test
I oldies from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in for four days
It's like all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
Triple-oh's in the windy
Latin Kings, Manhattan
Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 hustlers
From west side, to
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and Chevy's hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it for the hood, it's all good
In My

[Outro: Priest]
It's all in My Hood