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

Priest]
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 I believe, have I ever repented?
Type of shit niggas talk about when they get
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin go by
one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain
Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel
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 dark days, ain't no sun
gun plays, in My Hood

[Chorus: Killah (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 around and tell me free)
(Come me to My Hood)

Priest]
We've got and P-stones
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 threw her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas died from homicide and shootins
My mom just went of the loose end
From abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, the strips
Lovin they clips, sittin on dubs in whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, night falls
Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff
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 lives through ya, in My

[Killah
outside there's a Cold War
And inside niggas waitin on their road
When friends, dies niggas ride for their dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the soul
Yo, we got uncles comin home from a bid
Movin ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us
The rest is in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue God makes the test
I hear from OG's who grow old tea
Some OD in doorways, out in cold for four
It's like all day
We gat 60's, for over 50's
Triple-oh's in the cities
Latin Kings, Queens
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of
40 busters, 4 corner
From west side, to
in fiestas in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and with hydraulics
This is God
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

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