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

[Killah
What up little nigga, you smokin on?
Only 14, product of a broken
Out late, tryin to tell me that makin your livin
Tryin to see how weed you can take in your system
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his
Askin me what I believe, have I ever
Type of niggas talk about when they get high
out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain
Saw the clouds turnin black an angel 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 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 Hood (Look around and me you're free)
In My Hood (Come me to My Hood)
In My (Look around at what you see)
In My (Tragedy, in My Hood)
(Look around and tell me free)
(Come me to My Hood)

Priest]
We've got Powerules and
Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement
The death of Newton, the resurrection of 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 mom just went of the loose 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, the immortal words of Jeff Thor
To do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue
From the of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah
We live our lives through ya, in My

[Killah
'cause there's a Cold War
And inside waitin on their road call
When friends, dies niggas ride for their dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the fall
Yo, we got comin home from doin a bid
ya crib, with 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 the test
I hear oldies OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in for four days
It's that all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
in the windy cities
Latin Kings, Queens
Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From side, to Bed-Stuy
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, all good
In My

[Outro: Priest]
all good in My Hood