Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
the advocate of gangstarism
I gotta give it to my fellons time in prison
Intermission those oppossing my opponents die
Snatch a motherfucker for and they wonder 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 leaving
and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky
The only kind of marijuana that a baller and pushes
Using T-A-C for stimulation,
I'm the reason why they it medication
It's the return of the One Man
Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the
Me and my dawgs break laws, you 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 they right pass me
Acting like a bunch of tricks
But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my

[Mr.
I got dank that'll make a think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the
All My dawgs but all I do is rest
so when you with me and Diablo
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud
Beep as I recline, getting high one time
Mind elevated banging on these streets
Where my soldiers 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 test mine come meet a motherfucker
the heat and see that I never waste time
Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the
Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a
Test my skills and feel the pain, cell killing every day
Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the

[Mr.
One, two motherfuckers wanna burry me
They think scaring me, we'll they just daring me
To for my motherfucking weapon. stop supressing
the residential section, presidential everything
From San Diego To Japan, Beyond
Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from
We are already motherfucker thinking I"m joking, bullet poking
Straight on the otherside
Fuck attempted murder I'ma go and for a
Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get
If they know that It amount to shit
Chico let the know we get lethal with weapons
Who accept to this evil lyrical
Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I
no more blunts guess were headed to the store