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

[Chorus: Priest (Amber Alexis)]
In My (What you see is tragedy)
In My Hood (The can be)
In My Hood (Look around and 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 and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement
The of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X students
The revolution, this is rebel
The other day a young lady threw her of the roof an'
Six niggas from homicide and drug shootins
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
pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor
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 through ya, in My

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

[Outro: Killah
all good in My Hood