Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

Shit, this shit right
Is for the thugs in the
Do y'all me?
And this shit right
Might get you in the street

Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, them permanent scars
Twist backwards, catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of jars

On the block serving like I never of the law
hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't a loss
Plus if I get snatched, it's 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 size of Chiclets that make you sick
While try to profit, I just flip quick
Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be

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

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

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

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

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

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

waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, you and that's two
Niggas, I left like statues
I have to bring it to cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never even through a junk yard

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

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

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

I'm gone, see I'm dope heroin
And my guns got scopes, so zero in
Here on in, I fear 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
call me Poppyseed, I'll pop your seed
And move on the block that's too hot to breath

I'm a real type of that cock and squeeze
Y'all second guess faggots that cock and freeze
So I fuck with niggas, like 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 bullets hit, never you
If you never was shit, I'ma promise you I'ma front page you

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

I wake up the mad south
You know how many and Jews
done dragged out on a cash route?
'Cuz when I walk in, stop the
I don't give a fuck if a nigga with a Walkman
I'ma put him in a

as I step in
I'm up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin' to get the Benz with the rims
Double R, soon half of go to jail
The studio, 16 Bars to Post Bail