Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my
Y'all got a Bible? Well, in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then 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 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, you and that's two
Niggas, I left lookin' like
I have to bring it to these cowards that talk
Some jail Never even walked through a junk yard

I thump make a nigga yell for crew quick
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 ride bench when it's time

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

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

I'm gone, see I'm dope heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they 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 then
call me Poppyseed, I'll pop your seed
And bricks on the block that's too hot to breath

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

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

young'n the first 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 me I blast out
I'm my gun gotta bad mouth

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

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