Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

Yeah nigga, the is fucked up right now
You got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, now
You is really hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got grind wrong, mayne

I gotta watch you hoe-ass
It's for the teacher
To sit back in the of the class, nigga
Right over the
And teach you hoe-ass the rules, nigga

ain't nobody showin you niggaz
How to get the right way
If you get money, bitch
'Cause you gon' fuck everybody up on the real

Now all my hustlers, and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of niggaz backwards, need to press rewind
There's some niggaz playin' pool, bad Cali bandits
They up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't stand it

Motherfuckers need to be and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong out here respect
ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise yo hood
Yo doin' shit you know it until the good

Got kids work, hustlin' by the school
youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the cool
Matter fact, fuck the cool, you need to hear me
Breakin' with certified snitches, don't come near me

You niggaz givin' canaries all these passes
Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they
I'm teachin' classes, Slangin 101
These hoe-ass niggaz don't want of Bun
I'm the hood back

Niggaz gettin' knocked fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the back
Damn, I coulda swore they ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that
Hell naw, we takin' the back
We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we the hood back

I'm a G, hell yeah, I bull
Got yo bitch lookin' mad while them so full
I drank hard while you drank Bull
But the boy Diddy fed, Bam got pulled

And I was taught to my own
Picture spider ya down, brother burna zone, nigga
yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side and leave yo' flat

Yeah, I for the paper, fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phones, pagers
It's young low Frazier, good with no lasers
And shot hit, I don't throw no grazer

killa talk, nigga and real talk nigga
Middlefingaz' a ridah, killed off, nigga
And I put that on Pat, and Steve
low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We the hood back

gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten
Now you're home, wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like
Hell naw, we the hood back
We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back

A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo ass
You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass
From out here in trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or second
Small-time offender, yo ass, you get enhanced

Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, the whole place
Make 'em think cool, follow that nigga round the whole day
The game ain't the at all, changed for the worst
Nigga got the less cause he came wit it first

See I to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, shit, strictly kis
I gets my paper, I was taught by niggaz
Cold blooded killas, dealers, Sodom niggaz

I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of
I show you how to that bitch
Get ig'nant wit this bitch
Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' tonight

Niggaz gettin' knocked fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the back
Damn, I coulda swore they ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the back

You liar, aight, but he got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the back
We in the club it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we the hood back

I'm takin the streets, thang on the C
On parole but I'm wit the heat
Candy coated rock baller, crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't bout to her

Theres a lotta niggaz rappin, games
I see none of the shit that you name
the car at? Where the bread at?
Where the you say that got that 'Five head' at?

Where the at? Where the Glocks at?
In yo' mind and on the mic, the place it's at
That's my lifestyle you 'bout
I'm everythin you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout

When you see some
You say you got it, nigga, me ten thangs
He gotta call his connect and
And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm my hood back

gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like
Hell naw, we takin' the back
We in the club it's good, in the hood and you a rat
clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back