Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

Seagal]
Beanie hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give perminant scars
Twist backwards, never me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of jars
On the block like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the
I was been to stroll the block, hold the glock
dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car
I get bricks, so you know I make big
the size of Chiclets, that you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i flip quick
Ya know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

Now when you up
I'm wiping the out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking
smoke 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 bagged up and served everything you've in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't
I swallow and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking
I'm no joker - I could blow you smoke
and make your man a hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even that shit
I just spit and have the hood sayin' 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 shit I wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around throat
Choke nigga choke, I'm
Roll me up and smoke, on
react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he
The on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I care less, send me hell I like to travel"
waxin' 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
Some jail shit? Never even walked a junk yard
I hard
Make a nigga yell for 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 when its crunch
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the
You
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood
Hangin' by his picture, callin' his moms and his child

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right
Poppin' niggas in sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the shit I'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at 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 shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, no end
You tough? Fight death and be a then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, pop your seed
And bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and
them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, The Lox and D
And niggas got problems, just watch and see

I'm the kid the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a
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
Unless you tell me the cops
'cause I like to feel assed out, so when they me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun bad mouth
I up with the mad south
You know how chinks and jews
Drag's done out, on a cash route?
when I walk in, stop the talking
I give 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 thick
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick
Double R, soon of us'll goto jail
The studio, 16 bars to post bail