Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

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

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

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

Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your
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

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

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

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

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 you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that
naw, we takin' 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 bull
Got yo bitch lookin' mad while them so full
I drank 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, brother zone, nigga
Hell yeah, I'm dat, shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side and yo' house flat

Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go
a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no
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 that on Pat, and Steve
low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We the hood back

Niggaz knocked 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 home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

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

A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo ass
You wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass life
From out here in these
Ain't no love or second chance
Small-time offender, lose yo ass, you get

not, keep yo' mouth 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 he came wit it first

See I disperse to dope, the most felon, strictly G's
No Glock shit, rock 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 wit this choppa bitch
Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight

Niggaz gettin' knocked fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the back
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 that
Hell naw, we the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back

I'm takin the streets, thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the
Candy coated baller, twenty-chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't to call her

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

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

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

Niggaz knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
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 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
clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back