Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
the advocate of gangstarism
I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in
Intermission those oppossing my opponents die
Snatch a motherfucker for and they wonder why
Oh my , who am I?? The of the night
Still crepping through them darkest of them
With my gangsters straight burning leaves
Of batches, like matches we leaving ashes
and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat and sticky bushes
The only kind of that a baller smokes and pushes
Using T-A-C for stimulation,
I'm the why they call 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 feel the
Unique dont let me speak you wanna meet defeat

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

[Mr.
I got dank that'll make a think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond the unforgiven
All My dawgs but all I do is rest
so when you smoke me and Diablo
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned a motherfucker cloud nine
as I recline, getting high fuck one time
Mind banging daily on these streets
my soldiers play for keeps
And the grim always rips, shady sons of sluts
put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag
Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist
Fool you wanna test come meet a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see that I never time
Ain't no next time, I roll in the West
Shit is so fucken hected, my momma is wearing a vest
my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day
Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the

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