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 little nigga, what you on?
Only 14, of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me that makin your livin
Tryin to see how much weed you can take in system
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he his sentence
Askin me I believe, have I ever repented?
of shit niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, days go by
Bullshittin one with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin black an angel died
Preacher said you a if you don't pay your ties
like that to the day that 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

[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 (Come with me to My Hood)
In My Hood (Look at what you see)
In My (Tragedy, in My Hood)
(Look and tell me you're free)
(Come me to My Hood)

[Killah
got Powerules and P-stones
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 from homicide and drug
My homey's mom just went of the end
From drugs abusin, this is amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, night falls
Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the 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, dies niggas 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 always in dept, feel the of stress
Can't argue 'cause God makes the
I hear from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in for four days
It's like all day
We gat rollin 60's, for 50's
Triple-oh's in the windy
Latin Kings, Queens
Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 hustlers
From west side, to
Neathas in in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

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