Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
It's the of gangstarism
I gotta it to my fellons serving time in prison
Intermission those oppossing my opponents die
Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they why
Oh my , who am I?? The of the night
Still crepping them darkest of them streets
With my straight chiefing burning leaves
Of Hairy batches, like matches we ashes
Mashing and we reacting with actions like axes
Nothing me but fat blants and sticky bushes
The only kind of marijuana that a smokes and pushes
Using T-A-C for stimulation,
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 feel the
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 a bunch of little tricks
But all I gotta say to my is suck my dick

[Mr.
I got dank that'll a motherfucker think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Entertainment the unforgiven
All My swigging but all I do is rest
so when you with me and Diablo
bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud nine
Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one
Mind elevated banging on these streets
Where my soldiers for keeps
And the grim always rips, shady sons of sluts
Wanna put me in a bag, but I got .45Mag
Ready to shoot me a rat, strap on my waist line
Fool you wanna test come meet a motherfucker
Feell the and see that I never waste time
no next time, bitch I roll in the West
Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a
Test my and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day
Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, all the same

[Mr.
One, two many motherfuckers burry me
think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me
To reach for my motherfucking weapon. stop
Rearranging the section, presidential everything
San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from
We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet
blasting on the otherside
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 with weapons
Who to this evil lyrical Jefe
Sur O' Este, is all I know
no more blunts were headed to the liquor store