Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

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Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, them perminant scars
Twist backwards, catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of jars
On the block like 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 time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the
Blow dro, pick up doe, the spot
I'm the with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I big nicks
the size of Chiclets, make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i flip quick
Ya niggas know my be sick, my doe be quick

Now you wake up
I'm the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, Branson
Blowing in your face, I want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the opposite of
I I got to come clean
I've done up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm what haven't seen
I kerosene and piss out gassoline
a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you into
and make man a second hand smoker.
I'm so - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
I dont play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood my shit
Yall got a bible? Well in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, up the guns then come to rip ya

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

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the palm
niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the shit I'm on
Its style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see I'm dope like
And my guns got scopes, so they in
Here on in, know I no men
And mutherfuck five, here go ten
that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your
And move on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second fagots, that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, The Lox and D
And yall niggas got problems, watch and see

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll you
Leave a hole in your facial, the of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never you
If you never was shit, I'ma you this
I'ma front you, I'ma young'n
The first one there, and the one to get to running
you tell me the cops coming
'cause I like to feel assed out, so they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun bad mouth
I wake up with the mad
You know how many chinks and
done dragged out, on a cash route?
'cause when I in, stop the talking
I dont a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
I'ma put him in a
as I step 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 jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post