Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

Shit, shit right here
Is for the in the street
Do hear me?
And shit right here
get you mugged in the street

Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give permanent scars
Twist backwards, never catch me cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of jars

On the block serving like I heard of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, less time for the song

I been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car

I get bricks, so you know I big nicks
The of Chiclets that make you pricks sick
While y'all try to profit, I just flip
Y'all niggas my flow be sick, my doe be sick

Now when you up
I'm wiping the out your eyes with the barrel of the gun
your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and
Or shit'll get the of handsome

I I got to come clean
done bagged up and served
Everything you've seen in the magazine
I'm y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out
Strike a match and the fucking scene

I'm no joker, I could blow you smoke
And your man a second hand smoker
I'm so vulgar, I'm sendin' niggas straight to their maker
Broke, with a Play Station for a CD player, see me

I don't even play shit
I just spit and the whole hood sayin' my shit
got a Bible? Well, pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the then come to rip ya

be the realest shit I ever wrote
Gun up in mouth, hands around your throat
Choke, nigga, choke, I'm
Roll me up and smoke on
Niggas react, and play me
For doe, I'll ever nigga not on this track

I spit back at any claimin' he Teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get on
A sick dude, type to ask God, you battle?
I could care less, send me hell I to travel

waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you and two
Niggas, I lookin' like statues
I have to bring it to these that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked a junk yard

I thump hard make a nigga yell for crew
A bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I to be in the 9-9
all mine, faggots ride bench when it's crunch time

So bump mine, a nigga lean off the opium you Ethiopian
niggas, yeah, we scopin' 'em and ropin' 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood
[incomprehensible]and his child

It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die
Kill or be killed, that's the that I'm on
Desperado style, shooting at them side arm

I'm gone, see I'm dope heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they in
Here on in, know I no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, go ten

Know if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a then
Niggas call me Poppyseed, I'll pop seed
And bricks on the block that's too hot to breath

I'm a real of nigga that cock and squeeze
them second guess faggots that cock and freeze
So I fuck real niggas, like The Lox and D
And y'all niggas got problems, just and see

I'm the kid with the boots but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the of a bagel
All my bullets hit, graze you
If you was shit, I'ma promise you this I'ma front page you

I'ma the first one there and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops
I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun bad mouth

I up with the mad south
You know how chinks and Jews
Drag's done dragged out on a route?
when I walk in, stop the talking
I give a fuck if it's a nigga with a Walkman
I'ma put him in a

Soon as I in
I'm runnin' up on the with the thick lens
I'm to get the Benz with the thick rims
R, soon half of us'll go to jail
The best studio, 16 to Post Bail