Luyện nghe bài hát Suburban Ranger

Why you wanna to me my C-I-S
Brothers don't play you got a lot to say when you with your boys on the other side of
I catch you and yo ass is beat down.
I see you styling profile.
Try to play that thug role head is swole
Now you to be all that you can be,
But not by the of the army!
Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on
Gold and gold rings you misunderstood
Trace back and back you ain't black
Nigga straight through the cracks.

Who's wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...

Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad
out ya'll the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger
Suburban ranger danger
Suburban danger danger
ranger danger danger

Mr. Mirror image you scrimmage
Why when your goof troop ass like Grimace.
In your altered state fake
Take a in the mirror and tell me why you imitate!
Slap mutha for not being himself
Chemical imbalance from the wealth.
Don't try to be like and sip herbal tea
And come to my crib run your and ad lib.
cross-dressing language molesting
Here's a suggestion for a confession.
I never you I still want to fight you
K.O. 1st round out troop.

Who's wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...

Mr. Trailblazer, the mad flavor
Look out the suburban ranger
ranger danger danger
Suburban danger danger
ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger

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Judge Order! Jury, have you reached, have you a verdict?
Jury We find the GUILTY!!!!!
Judge I here by sentence you, wigger, to a 100 years confined to a chair, forced to watch episodes of the Grifith Show, Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk. No parole.

Corny you your proiflies confused
Wannabe's me sneeze make me itch like fleas
Make you hit yo for even trying to see
Circles in a square that ass like bees!!
image is deceiving I ain't believing
You act like me for no reason.
Change your game rhymes off season mess with Steven,
I'll leave crew grieving.
False advertisement a pose for the no-style trophy.
You great big phony sponsored by balogna
For your made up style you owe me.

that wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...

Mr. Trailblazer, the mad flavor
out ya'll the suburban ranger
Suburban danger danger
Suburban ranger danger
Suburban danger danger
ranger danger danger

Don't get mad, unless we're about you.