Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

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Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them scars
backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never of the law
hit the spot fuck 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 known to stroll the block, the glock
Blow dro, up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big
the size of Chiclets, that 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, smoking
Blowing in your face, I want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the of handsome
I I got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served everything seen in the feds magazine
I'm y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and out gassoline
a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you into
and make your man a second smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' straight back to their maker
Broke, with a for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even play that
I spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible? Well pray in shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then to rip ya

This be the shit I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your
Choke choke, I'm dope
me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this
I spit back, at any nigga he teflon
The best on, be the nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I could care less, send me I like to travel"
After him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and two
Niggas I lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a yard
I hard
Make a nigga yell for quick
A true bitch, eat a up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots ride when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the
You
Willie niggas, yeah we '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 palm
Poppin' in their sleep so they die calm
or be killed, thats the shit 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 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
call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, 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 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
front page you, I'ma young'n
The one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops
'cause I like to feel assed out, so they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun bad mouth
I wake up the mad south
You how many chinks and jews
Drag's done out, on a cash route?
'cause I walk in, stop the talking
I dont a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
put him in a coffin
Soon as I in
I'm up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post