Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
It's the advocate of
I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in
Intermission with oppossing my opponents die
Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they why
Oh my , who am I?? The stalker of the
Still through them darkest of them streets
With my gangsters straight chiefing burning
Of Hairy batches, like matches we ashes
Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging axes
relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes
The only kind of marijuana that a baller and pushes
T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
I'm the reason why they call it
the return of the One Man Batallion
Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the
Me and my dawgs laws, you feel the heat
dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat

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

[Mr.
I got dank that'll a motherfucker think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the
All My dawgs swigging but all I do is
so when you with me and Diablo
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud
Beep as I recline, getting fuck one time
elevated banging daily on these streets
Where my soldiers for keeps
And the grim always rips, this shady sons of
put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag
Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, on my waist line
you wanna test mine come meet a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see that I waste time
Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the
Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is a vest
Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell every day
Drug to get payed so fuck you, were all the same

[Mr.
One, two many motherfuckers burry me
They think there scaring me, we'll just daring me
To for my motherfucking weapon. stop supressing
Rearranging the residential section, presidential
From San To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from
We are motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking
Straight on the otherside
Fuck murder I'ma go and for a homocide
Wicked, why do try to get sick
If they know that It amount to shit
Chico let the people know we get lethal weapons
Who accept to this evil Jefe
Sur O' Este, is all I know
no more blunts were headed to the liquor store