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

[Chorus: Priest (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 me you're free)
(Come me to My Hood)

Priest]
We've got and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's
The death of Newton, the of Clarence X students
The revolution, is rebel music
The other day a lady threw her baby of the roof an'
Six niggas died from homicide and shootins
My homey's mom went of the loose end
From abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, huggin the
they 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 Jeff
To death do us all, the 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
'cause outside a Cold War
And niggas waitin on their road call
friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the soul
Yo, we got uncles home from doin 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
argue 'cause God makes the test
I hear oldies from OG's who 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 cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
From west side, to
Neathas in in neckties, Wepa
Essays, and Chevy's hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it for the hood, it's all good
In My

[Outro: Priest]
all good in My Hood