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

Priest]
What up little nigga, what you on?
14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're your livin
Tryin to see how much weed you can in your system
Indeed, take out the seeds, he finished his sentence
Askin me what I believe, have I repented?
Type of shit niggas talk about when they get
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin go by
Bullshittin one another with the old lies
hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the turnin black like an angel died
Preacher said you a if you don't pay your ties
It's that to the day that our loved ones die
up at the sky, "Please sun come shine"
But all we see is days, ain't no sun rays
gun plays, in My Hood

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

[Killah
got Powerules and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's
The death of Newton, the resurrection of X students
The revolution, this is rebel
The other day a young lady threw her of the roof an'
Six niggas died from and drug shootins
My homey's mom just of the loose end
From drugs abusin, is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, huggin the
Lovin clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, night falls
Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Thor
To do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue
the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah
We live our through ya, in My Hood

[Killah
'cause there's a Cold War
And inside niggas waitin on road call
When friends, dies niggas ride for their road
know why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got uncles home from doin a bid
Movin ya crib, you and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue 'cause God makes the
I hear from OG's who grow old tea
OD in doorways, out in cold for four days
It's that all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
in the windy cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan
cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From west side, to
Neathas in fiestas in neckties,
Essays, and with hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

[Outro: Killah
It's all in My Hood