Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

Seagal]
Beanie hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them scars
Twist backwards, never catch me cigars
cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I heard of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the
I was known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the
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 of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip
Ya niggas my flow be sick, my doe be quick

Now you wake up
I'm wiping the out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and
His get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to clean
done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm y'all haven't seen
I swallow and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the scene
I'm no - I could blow you into smoke
and make man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas back to their maker
Broke, a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even play that
I just spit and have the whole hood my shit
Yall got a Well pray in that shit
I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

This be the realest I ever wrote
Gun up in mouth, hands around your 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 nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You battle?"
"I could less, send me hell I like to travel"
After him, I wax you
you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas I left lookin' like
I have to, bring it to these that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a 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 when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga off the opium
You
Willie niggas, we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his

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

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll you
a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, promise 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 out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm my gun gotta bad mouth
I up with the mad south
You how many chinks and jews
Drag's dragged out, on a cash route?
when I walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a 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
Double R, soon half of goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post