Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, them permanent scars
backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and dro out of preservative jars

On the block serving I never heard of the law
hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a
if I get snatched, it's less time for the song

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

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
niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be sick

Now you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eyes the barrel of the gun
your son, smoking Branson
Blowing in your face, I want the ransom and some
Or shit'll get the opposite of

I mean I got to clean
I've bagged up and served
you've seen in the Feds magazine
I'm what haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out
a match and burn the fucking scene

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

I even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my
Y'all got a Bible? Well, pray in that
I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

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

I spit back at any nigga he Teflon
The on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God, you wanna
I could care less, send me I like 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 cowards that hard
jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard

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

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

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

I'm gone, see I'm dope like
And my got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know I no men
And mutherfuck five, here go ten

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

I'm a real type of nigga that cock and
them second guess faggots that 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 but'll lace you
a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, promise you this I'ma front page you

young'n the first one there and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the coming
'Cuz I like to feel out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad

I wake up the mad south
You know how many and Jews
Drag's dragged out on a cash route?
'Cuz when I walk in, 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 tryin' to get the Benz the thick rims
Double R, half of us'll go to jail
The studio, 16 Bars to Post Bail