Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

Yeah nigga, the hood is up right now
You niggaz got shit all
got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is hustlin' wrong
You got your grind wrong, mayne

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

'Cause ain't showin you niggaz
How to get money the way
If you get money, bitch
'Cause you fuck everybody 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 playin' pool, bad Cali bandits
They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't 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 compromise yo hood
Yo shit you know it cool until the good

Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole on the cool
Matter fact, the cool, you niggaz need to hear me
Breakin' bread with certified snitches, come near me

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

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

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that
Hell naw, we the hood 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 don't
Got yo lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full
I drank while you niggaz drank Bull
But the boy like fed, Bam got pulled

And I was taught to my own
Picture spider lock ya down, brother 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
a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't no grazer

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

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the 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
Hell naw, we takin' the hood
We in the club like it's good, in the 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
out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or chance
Small-time offender, yo ass, you get enhanced

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

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

I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of
I you how to stop that bitch
Get ig'nant wit this bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised, 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 the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore gave 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 back
We in the club like it's good, in the and you a rat
clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

I'm takin back the streets, on the C
On but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy rock 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 none of the shit you name
the car at? Where the bread at?
Where the girl you say that got that 'Five 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 havin' you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout

you see some cocaine
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten
He gotta call his and shit
And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood

Niggaz gettin' goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore 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
Hell naw, we takin' the back
We in the club it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back