Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Tha Hood

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

[Lil'
huh, H.B. nigga, - From up under the bottom of the streets of Hollygrove
It's Carter - fuck wit' me and I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor
And due ta all the that circles my clique
I'm liable ta out at any time and murder a bitch
I've murda the game and get deeper it stays follow
Then .9 me and get hit my ak's hollows
I blaze block flows at 'cha dome
I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out taco
Head for the border, don't die when I'm there for the
Life ''cause I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and tennis 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 when in pregnancy,
Ain't no hoe can get the of me
And no facilty in this world that can correct me
I'm wild and untamed, I just get more work from Baby and I power them
You muh'fuckas don't problem wit' Wayne huh

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

[B.G.]
Beef wit' me - your life is what a cost ya
I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty
Split you from your lip ta the of ya neck nigga
Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest
Make sure you have no pumps of hard
Surronded by yellow tape and under a white
I joke, but I don't play - I laugh, but I clown
I pull out, jump out, run up, and ya down
Now is How I Get Down+
And when I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50
I'm the last, you have problems with
I catch ya, I indulge ya mom and 'em
I'm low hound like - I'm a guerilla ya dig
I'm from Uptown where you all killaz ya dig
So get it right, or get your 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, that's why itza of cocaine
See what im sayin' - all got they hand in
And the background ta use niggaz ta stand in
So we all be like fuck it, we ain't got no
And fussin' ain't gon feed and house no
If you was you wouldn't have a reason 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 have a bite in the
So I did what I had ta do - me and you
Lil' nigga I pull it off - and no one ever
Had money ta get some groceries - clothes and
asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
Some it ain't fust, So I accept my lick
I ain't checking ya - I ya ta respect my shit

(Hook 2x - [Lac])

I tote the chopper with 50 and I hesitate ta use it
I clear the whole block when I come shooting
No picks, no - any nigga could get it
Don't care if you big or - 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 +Bout Whatever+ I'm tired a ya that
with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked
Don't me dress in black - you don't wanna do that
I don't tote one Mag - I tote two Mags
Quik ta leave ya on ya mothafucking back
Put a hole in ya and a hole in ya chest
Nigga thats how it ta ya when ya disrespecting
Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all
I'ma Killer - a untamed guerilla nigga
Lil' Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a

(Hook 4x - [Lac])

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