Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them scars
backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of 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 a loss
Plus if I get snatched, it's time for the song

I always been 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 reason why smokers steal car

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

Now when you up
I'm wiping the cold out your with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking
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 and burn the fucking scene

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

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

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

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

After him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you and two
Niggas, I left lookin' like
I have to bring it to these cowards talk hard
jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard

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

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

Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, the shit 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
on in, know I fear no men
And shootin' five, here go ten

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

I'm a real type of nigga that and squeeze
Y'all them second guess faggots that cock and
So I fuck real niggas, like The Lox and D
And y'all got problems, just watch 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 never was shit, I'ma promise you this I'ma front you

I'ma young'n the one there 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 chinks and Jews
Drag's done dragged out on a cash
when I walk in, stop the talking
I don't give a 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
Double R, soon half of us'll go to
The studio, 16 Bars to Post Bail