Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
It's the of gangstarism
I gotta give it to my serving time in prison
Intermission with oppossing my opponents die
a motherfucker for bluffing and they wonder why
Oh my , who am I?? The stalker of the
Still crepping through them of them streets
With my gangsters chiefing burning leaves
Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving
Mashing and we reacting actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and bushes
The only of marijuana that a baller smokes and pushes
T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
I'm the reason why they it medication
the return of the One Man Batallion
Bitch fools like a pimp in the alleywun
Me and my break laws, you feel the heat
Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet

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One, Two many motherfuckers blast me
But when they see me they walk pass me
Acting a bunch of little tricks
But all I say to my enemies is suck my dick

[Mr.
I got dank that'll make a think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Entertainment the unforgiven
All My dawgs but all I do is rest
so when you smoke with me and
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud
Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one
Mind elevated daily on these streets
Where my play for keeps
And the grim always rips, this shady sons of
Wanna put me in a bag, but I got .45Mag
Ready to me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line
Fool you wanna test come meet a motherfucker
the heat and see that I never waste time
Ain't no time, bitch I roll in the West
is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest
Test my skills and feel the pain, cell killing every day
Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, all the same

[Mr.
One, two many wanna burry me
They think there me, we'll they just daring me
To reach for my motherfucking weapon. supressing
Rearranging the residential section, everything
From San To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
Be fucking up the program, no cop is gonna stop me from smoking
We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, poking
blasting on the otherside
Fuck attempted murder I'ma go and for a
Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get
If they know that It don't to shit
Chico let the know we get lethal with weapons
Who accept to evil lyrical Jefe
Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I
no more blunts guess were headed to the store