Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

Seagal]
Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant
backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative
On the serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a
if I get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been to stroll 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 big nicks
the size of Chiclets, make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip
Ya know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

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

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

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

I'm the kid with the boots, but'll lace you
a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, I'ma 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
'cause I to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun bad mouth
I up with the mad south
You how many chinks and jews
Drag's dragged out, on a cash route?
'cause when I walk in, stop the
I give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
I'ma put him in a
Soon as I in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick
Double R, half of us'll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post