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

[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 Powerules and
Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the movement
The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X
The revolution, is rebel music
The day a young lady threw her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas died from homicide and drug
My homey's mom went of the loose end
From abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
Lovin they clips, on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night
Black and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff 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 outside a Cold War
And inside waitin on their road call
When friends, dies niggas ride for their dogs
know 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 is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue 'cause God makes the
I hear oldies from 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 windy
Kings, Manhattan Queens
Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From side, to Bed-Stuy
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and Chevy's with
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, all good
In My

[Outro: Priest]
all good in My Hood