Luyện nghe bài hát The Hood

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

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Beanie Segal hit hard, and wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin'
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative
On the block serving I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its time for the song
I was known to stroll the block, hold 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 steal car
I get bricks, so you know I make big
the size of Chiclets, make you pricks sick
you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

Now you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eys the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, Branson
smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His get the opposite 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 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 hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to maker
Broke, with a for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even that shit
I spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
got a bible? Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, 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
me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and me back
For doe, murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga he teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get 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 lookin' like
I have to, bring it to these 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 up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, a nigga lean off the opium
You
Willie niggas, we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga style
Hangin' by his picture, callin' his moms and his child

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die
Kill or be killed, the shit that I'm on
Its style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see I'm dope like
And my got scopes, so they zero in
on in, know I fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, go ten
Know if you start a problem, there's no end
You Fight death and be a hero then
Niggas me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that 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 hole in facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never you
If you never was shit, I'ma promise you
I'ma front you, I'ma young'n
The one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the coming
'cause I like to feel assed out, so when trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad
I up with the mad south
You how many chinks and jews
Drag's done out, on a cash route?
'cause when I walk in, the talking
I dont a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
put him in a coffin
Soon as I in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the with the thick rims
Double R, half of us'll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post