Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

Shit, this right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do here me?
Shit, and this right here...will get you mugged in the street

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Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give perminant scars
Twist backwards, catch me rollin' cigars
Only and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less for the song
I was been known to the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, up doe, reload the spot
I'm the with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big
the size of Chiclets, make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be

Now you wake up
I'm the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and
His shit'll get the of handsome
I I got to come clean
done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all seen
I swallow and piss out gassoline
a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I blow you into smoke
and make your man a second smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me
I dont even that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my
Yall got a Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, up the guns then come to rip ya

This be the realest shit I wrote
Gun up in your mouth, around your throat
nigga choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on
react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he
The best on, be the next nigga get on
A sick dude, to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I could care less, me hell I like to travel"
After him, I wax you
you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas I left lookin' statues
I have to, bring it to these that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never walked through a junk yard
I thump
Make a yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up a chew-stick
Too rich, is I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots ride bench its crunch time
So bump mine, make a lean off the opium
You
Willie niggas, we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his and his child

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so die calm
or be killed, thats the shit that I'm on
Its desparoto style, at them 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 if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? death and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, pop your seed
And move on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that and freeze
So I with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And yall niggas got problems, watch and see

I'm the kid the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my hit, never graze you
If you was shit, I'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma
The first one there, and the one to get to running
Unless you me the cops coming
'cause I like to feel assed out, so when they me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad
I up with the mad south
You how many chinks and jews
Drag's done out, on a cash route?
'cause when I walk in, stop the
I dont give a if its a nigga with a walkman
I'ma put him in a
as I step in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz the thick rims
R, soon half of us'll goto jail
The studio, 16 bars to post bail