Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Tha Hood

Artist: Hot f/ Lac
Album: Let 'Em
Song: Up in the

[Lil'
huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the of the streets of Hollygrove
It's Young Carter - fuck wit' me and I fix mo' than a beauty parlor
And due ta all the controvery that circles my
I'm liable ta click out at any time and a bitch
I've murda the game and get deeper it stays follow
Then .9 me and get hit wit' my ak's
I blaze block flows at dome Paco
I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out taco
for the border, don't die when I'm there for the cause
Thug Life ''cause I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and and fuck my bitches
And y'all can trust my niggaz - while I'm here, I'm a living
And I gatta eat like a bitch in pregnancy, definately
Ain't no hoe can get the of me
And ain't no facilty in world that can correct me
I'm and untamed, I just get more work from Baby and I power them thangs
You muh'fuckas don't problem wit' Wayne huh

(Hook 2x - [Lac])
Catch me in my soldeirs when I'm up in the hood
Catch me steppin' in the mud when I'm up in the
Catch me hustlin' on the block when I'm up in the
me clutchin' on my glock when I'm up in the hood

[B.G.]
Beef wit' me - your life is it'd a cost ya
I will catch you do you something pretty awful
Split you your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga
ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest nigga
Make you have no pumps of hard beef
by yellow tape and under a white sheet
I joke, but I play - I laugh, but I don't clown
I pull out, jump out, run up, and ya down
Now is How I Get Down+
And when I spit, I spit less, than 50 rounds
I'm the last, you wanna have with
I can't catch ya, I ya mom and 'em
I'm low hound like - I'm a guerilla ya dig
I'm from where you drown all killaz ya dig
So get it right, or get life taken away
Play wit' get a 'k nigga stuck in ya face

(Hook 2x - [Lac])

Lil' Daddy come here, let me put up on game
It's election time, why itza drought of cocaine
See what im sayin' - they all got they in
And play the background ta use ta stand in
So we all be fuck it, we ain't got no gigs
And fussin' ain't gon feed and no kids
If you was eating you wouldn't have a ta thug
But we was starving, so the hood was hustling drugs
I remember New Year's Eve when the went out
All the food sproil - we didn't a bite in the house
So I did what I had ta do - me and you
Lil' I pull it off - and no one ever knew
Had ta get some groceries - clothes and whatever
asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
Some people it ain't fust, So I accept my
I ain't checking ya - I want ya ta respect my

(Hook 2x - [Lac])

I tote the chopper 50 and I won't hesitate ta use it
I clear the whole block when I through shooting
No picks, no chosers - any could get it
Don't if you big or small - I still leave ya shitted
I'm from the projects so I'm cuthroat
A out that 'Nolia want beef - Lets go
Nigga I'm Whatever+ I'm tired a telling ya that
Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head
Don't make me dress in black - you don't do that
'cause I don't one Mag - I tote two Mags
Quik ta leave ya on ya mothafucking back
Put a in ya head and a hole in ya chest
Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya
ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black
I'ma Killer nigga - a guerilla nigga
Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a nigga

(Hook 4x - [Lac])

(Outro - [Turk])
(Ha! Ha!) Hot in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga
Lil' Turk nigga - B.G. nigga - Juvenile - Weezy nigga
Baby nigga - Mannie Fresh nigga - Slim nigga
How u Luv That? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! - it nigga