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 broken
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're 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
Passed out, eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that inside
Saw the clouds turnin black an angel died
Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay ties
It's like that to the day that our loved die
up at the sky, "Please sun come shine"
But all we see is dark days, 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 tell me 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 tell me free)
(Come me to My Hood)

[Killah
We've got Powerules and
and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's movement
The of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X students
The revolution, is rebel music
The other day a young lady her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas died from homicide and drug
My homey's mom just of the loose end
drugs abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, huggin the
they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when falls
Black pimps and whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the
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 niggas waitin on their road
When friends, dies niggas ride for road dogs
Don't why we all cry when the soul fall
Yo, we got uncles comin 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 oldies from who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in cold for four
It's that all day
We gat rollin 60's, for 50's
in the windy cities
Latin Kings, Queens
cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 hustlers
From side, to Bed-Stuy
Neathas in in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and Chevy's hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, all good
In My

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