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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so die calm
Kill or be killed, that's the shit I'm on
Desperado style, shooting at them side 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 if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a then
Niggas call me Poppyseed, pop your seed
And move bricks on the block 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 with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And y'all niggas got problems, just and see

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

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

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

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