Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

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

On the block serving like I never of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't a loss
Plus if I get snatched, less time for the song

I always been known to the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, 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 make big
The size of that make you pricks sick
While y'all try to profit, I just flip
niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be sick

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

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

I'm no joker, I could you into smoke
And make your man a second smoker
I'm so vulgar, I'm sendin' niggas back to their maker
Broke, with a Station for a CD player, see me player?

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

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

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

After 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
jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots but'll you
a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, graze you
If you never was shit, I'ma you this I'ma front page you

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

I wake up with the mad
You know how many chinks and
Drag's done dragged out on a cash
when I walk in, stop the talking
I don't give a fuck if a nigga with a Walkman
put him in a coffin

Soon as I in
I'm up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm to get the Benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon of us'll go to jail
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