Luyện nghe bài hát My Hood to Your Block

[Mr.
It's the of gangstarism
I gotta give it to my fellons serving 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 gangsters chiefing burning leaves
Of batches, like matches we leaving ashes
and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
Nothing me but fat blants and sticky bushes
The only kind of marijuana that a smokes and pushes
T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
I'm the reason why call it medication
It's the of the One Man Batallion
Bitch fools like a pimp in the alleywun
Me and my break laws, you feel the heat
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 like a bunch of little
But all I gotta say to my enemies is my dick

[Mr.
I got dank that'll make a motherfucker think, I for
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 daily on these streets
Where my soldiers for keeps
And the grim rips, this shady sons of sluts
put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag
Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, on my waist line
Fool you wanna test mine come a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see that I never time
Ain't no next time, bitch I in the West
is so fucken hected, my babies momma 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 motherfuckers wanna burry me
They think there scaring me, they just daring me
To reach for my motherfucking weapon. supressing
the residential section, presidential everything
From San To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is stop me from smoking
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 motherfuckers try to get
If they that It don't amount to shit
Chico let the know we get lethal with weapons
Who accept to evil lyrical Jefe
Sur O' Este, is all I know
no more blunts guess were headed to the store