Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
the advocate of gangstarism
I gotta it to my fellons serving time in prison
Intermission with those oppossing my 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 we leaving ashes
Mashing and we reacting with actions like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky
The only kind of marijuana that a 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 slapping like a pimp in the alleywun
Me and my dawgs break laws, you the heat
Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna defeat

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

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

[Mr.
One, two many wanna burry me
They think scaring me, we'll they just daring me
To reach for my weapon. stop supressing
the residential section, presidential everything
From San Diego To Japan, Beyond
Be fucking up the program, no cop is gonna stop me from smoking
We are motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking
Straight blasting on the
Fuck attempted 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 with
Who accept to evil lyrical Jefe
Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I
no more blunts guess were headed to the store