Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

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

I gotta you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the
To sit in the front of the class, nigga
Right over the
And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules,

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

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

need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out here
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga compromise yo hood
Yo doin' shit you it cool 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 niggaz to hear me
Breakin' bread with certified snitches, come near me

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

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

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
clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

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

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

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

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

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

You liar, aight, but he got it like that
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

A grams, enough to get yo ass right
You smart wit it, get wit it, enough to get yo ass life
From out in these trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or second
Small-time offender, lose yo ass, you get

Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, the whole place
Make 'em think it's cool, follow that nigga round the day
The ain't the same at all, changed 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 more shit, rock shit, strictly kis
I my paper, I was taught by older niggaz
Cold killas, dope 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 wit this choppa bitch
Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight
We your spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight

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

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood
We in the club like 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 but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated baller, twenty-chop crawler
tryna steal my dick, I ain't bout to call her

Theres a lotta rappin, playin' games
I don't see of the shit that you name
Where the car at? the bread at?
Where the girl you say that got that head' at?

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

you see some cocaine
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten
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 his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood

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
clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back