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
Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they why
Oh my , who am I?? The of the night
Still through them darkest of them streets
With my gangsters straight chiefing leaves
Of Hairy batches, like we leaving ashes
and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky
The only kind of marijuana that a baller smokes and
T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
I'm the reason why call it medication
It's the of the One Man Batallion
Bitch slapping fools like a in the alleywun
Me and my dawgs laws, you feel the heat
Unique dont let me 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 a bunch of little tricks
But all I say to my enemies is suck my dick

[Mr.
I got dank make a motherfucker think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the
All My swigging but all I do is rest
so you smoke with me and Diablo
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned a motherfucker cloud nine
Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one
Mind elevated daily on these streets
Where my 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 mine come meet a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see I never 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 killing every day
Drug dealing to get payed so you, were all the same

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