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, what you on?
Only 14, of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how weed you can take in your system
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his
Askin me what I believe, I ever repented?
Type of niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin go by
Bullshittin one with the same old lies
Tryin not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin black like an died
Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your
It's like that to the day that our ones die
up at the sky, "Please sun come shine"
But all we see is dark days, no sun rays
Only gun plays, in My

[Chorus: Killah (Amber Alexis)]
In My (What you see is tragedy)
In My (The peace 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 and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's
The death of Newton, the of Clarence X students
The revolution, this is music
The other day a lady threw her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas died from and drug shootins
My mom just went of the loose end
drugs abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
Lovin clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when falls
Black pimps and white whores, 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 tribes of
We live our lives ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause outside there's a War
And inside niggas waitin on road call
When friends, niggas ride for their road dogs
Don't why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got comin home from doin a bid
ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The rest is always in dept, feel the heartaches of
Can't argue 'cause God the test
I hear from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in cold for four
like that all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
Triple-oh's in the cities
Kings, Manhattan Queens
Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From west side, to
Neathas in fiestas in neckties,
Essays, and Chevy's hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

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