Luyện nghe bài hát Neighborhood

[Verse 1:
At night I think about it, them niggas without me
Them bitches try to doubt me, a came up out it
Talking about it, niggas ain't 'bout it, you talking
How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? They wasn't me
How they give and take it from us?
All of my niggas that it with us
Fuck all them haters, they get in touch
I was impatient, I was in a
I taking that molly, her mind up
I for nothing, I made it, I promise
Fuck all the comments, hating on us
Tell them they want cause nobody done this
I be stacking it up, they not be showing no love, I got that out the mud
I sit in front of that jug, I have much, I barely made it to court
I'm on my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the
'Til I did it for her, for her, she my favorite girl

Birdman]
Yeah, we them bricks in my neighborhood
Double strap the macks in my neighborhood
We get the money, them hundreds in my neighborhood
I staying tote down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this just for them flips nigga
We all gravy in my
We get them hundreds, keep it through my neighborhood

[Verse 2:
Counting the bricks, the bricks, counting the bricks
I want your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the
Pull up, pull up in that with the plugs, none of these niggas gon' take it from us
Fucking with us, nigga you would, I be fucking these in the club
Fuck the OP, I know that I did it, all of my niggas gon' handle business
I get it, I spend it, you that I'm winning, none of my niggas been broke in a minute
All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's of my bracelet
You see look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating
Tell 'em that I'm gonna win, I'm do it again, none of my niggas have been
I got out of the pen, now get rich off a pen
Do you remember me selling
I used to live at that yellow
Now a nigga doing better
I ain't going back to broke

[Hook:
Yeah, we move them bricks in my
Double strap with the macks in my
We get the money, them hundreds in my neighborhood
I tote stay down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips
We all in my neighborhood
We get them hundreds, keep it running my neighborhood

[Verse 3: De'Shon]
Ever hear the song? Time ain't money, got the and they still on me
On the with no license and they still on me
I got a stick on it now, that loud talking, better pipe down
I catch a body right now, yeah I'm talking right now
Officer outside claiming 'fore you try, better think about it
Wrist roll, nigga bank about it, everybody paper rounds
Most of niggas be lying, most of these niggas be lying
Never committed a crime, out a fine, they crying, what's on the back of your mind?
I'm on that mob shit, we steal it, we rob shit, we it
No swiping, no cop shit, in the trench, got in the closet in the skillets
Crips and show me love in my neighborhood
Before you cross me, better be cautious in my

[Hook:
Yeah, we them bricks in my neighborhood
strap with the macks in my neighborhood
We get the money, flip hundreds in my neighborhood
I staying tote down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a and get flipped nigga
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips
We all in my neighborhood
We get hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood