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
up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only 14, product of a home
Out late, tryin to me that you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how much weed you can take in system
Indeed, out the seeds, then he finished his sentence
me what I believe, have I ever repented?
Type of shit niggas talk about when get high
out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain
Saw the clouds turnin black like an died
Preacher said you a curse if you 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, ain't no sun
Only gun plays, in My

[Chorus: Priest (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)

Priest]
We've got and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the movement
The death of Newton, the of Clarence X students
The revolution, is rebel music
The other day a young lady threw her of the roof an'
Six niggas died from homicide and shootins
My homey's mom just went of the end
From drugs abusin, this is amusement
and Crips, huggin the strips
Lovin they clips, on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when 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 Huger, to the tribes of Judah
We live our lives ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause outside a Cold War
And inside niggas on their road call
When friends, dies ride for their road dogs
know why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got uncles comin home 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 makes the
I oldies from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in for four days
It's that all day
We gat rollin 60's, for 50's
in the windy cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of
40 busters, 4 hustlers
From west side, to
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

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