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
What up nigga, what you smokin on?
14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're your livin
to see how much weed you can take in your system
Indeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his
Askin me what I believe, I ever repented?
of shit niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, days go by
Bullshittin one with the same old lies
Tryin not to show all that pain inside
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 dark days, no sun rays
Only gun plays, in My

[Chorus: Priest (Amber Alexis)]
In My (What you see is tragedy)
In My (The peace can be)
In My (Look around and tell me you're free)
In My Hood (Come me to My Hood)
In My Hood (Look around at you see)
In My (Tragedy, in My Hood)
(Look around and me you're free)
(Come me to My Hood)

[Killah
got Powerules and P-stones
Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement
The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X
The revolution, this is rebel
The other day a young lady her baby of the roof an'
Six died from homicide and drug shootins
My homey's mom just of the loose end
drugs abusin, this is thug amusement
Bloods and Crips, huggin the
Lovin clips, sittin on dubs in they whips
Folks, GD's and vice lords, when falls
pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the
From the of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah
We live our lives through ya, in My

[Killah
'cause outside there's a War
And inside niggas waitin on their call
When friends, dies ride for their road dogs
Don't know why we all cry when the fall
Yo, we got uncles home from doin a bid
ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The rest is in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue God makes 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 rollin 60's, for over
Triple-oh's in the cities
Latin Kings, Queens
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner
west side, to Bed-Stuy
Neathas in fiestas in neckties,
Essays, and with hydraulics
is God Knowledge
Spinned it down for the hood, it's all
In My

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