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 with those my opponents die
Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and wonder why
Oh my , who am I?? The of the night
crepping through them darkest of them streets
With my gangsters chiefing burning leaves
Of Hairy batches, matches we leaving ashes
Mashing and we reacting actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky
The only of marijuana that a baller smokes and pushes
Using T-A-C for stimulation,
I'm the why they call it medication
the return of the One Man Batallion
Bitch slapping fools 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 many motherfuckers blast me
But when they see me walk right pass me
Acting like a of little tricks
But all I gotta say to my is suck my dick

[Mr.
I got dank 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 smoke with me and
Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker nine
Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one
Mind elevated banging on these streets
Where my soldiers play for
And the grim rips, this shady sons of sluts
Wanna put me in a bag, but I got .45Mag
Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, on my waist line
Fool you wanna test come meet a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see that I never time
no next time, bitch I roll in the West
Shit is so fucken hected, my babies is wearing a vest
Test my skills and 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
They think there me, we'll they just daring me
To reach for my motherfucking weapon. supressing
Rearranging the section, presidential everything
From San Diego To Japan, Beyond
Be up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking
We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet
Straight blasting on the
Fuck murder I'ma go and for a homocide
Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get
If they know that It don't amount to
Chico let the people know we get with weapons
Who accept to evil lyrical Jefe
Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I
no more guess were headed to the liquor store