Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and jacked
These boys is givin' the niggaz out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise yo
Yo doin' shit you know it cool until the

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

You niggaz givin' these all these passes
gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they asses
I'm teachin' classes, Dope 101
These niggaz don't want none of Bun
I'm takin' the hood

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

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

I'm a G, hell yeah, I don't
Got yo bitch lookin' mad them Fingaz so full
I hard while you niggaz drank Bull
But the boy like fed, Bam got pulled

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

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

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

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

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

A thousand-eight grams, to get yo ass right
You smart wit it, get caught wit it, to get yo ass life
out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or chance
offender, lose yo ass, you get enhanced

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

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

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

gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the back
Damn, I swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now home, somethin' 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 it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back

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

Theres a lotta rappin, playin' games
I don't see none of the shit you name
Where the car at? Where the 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 only it's at
my lifestyle you rappin' 'bout
I'm havin' everythin you pussy niggaz yappin'

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

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

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