Luyện nghe bài hát Every Soldier In The Hood

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This is for and fools, man
Don't stand over
over here and I hear
Chill, chill, chill, man

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep ones on folding
Take it a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and your guns on swollen

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, alive
Keep rolling and keep your on swollen

Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big cobras
the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with generals
Drugs, guns, on the cool out
Don't me pop you, this is not cool

Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the
Shitting up blood, is burnt
Many when you fight in my walls
It's Michael and the Bulls, see a flying piece of iron, no lying

No fib and no bullshitting, the is forbidden
We Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
'Bout to get wig re-open and then smoked in
is watching, snatch you in the open, yo

Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the
Shaolin bounded with more
Clap 'em with them get boys, we call them, them niggas
Who want it with us, we the belt in the business

To every in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, your ones on folding
Take it a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and keep your on swollen

To every in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, alive
Keep rolling and your guns on swollen
(Yeah ah, man)

Ay, the be calling and shit
A lot of be calling it quits
be calling my flow ill but still I'm never calling in sick
This is Man, New York niggas calling me piff

Fuck the cops be calling me Cliff
me down on the Concord, police dogs all up in my whip
I get women all in my mix, they wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your

We live the life, Starfaces and guns, I to fight for crumbs
Throw a ace, kick the and run
Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the to win
So you niggas get your license from?

Bite a ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my itch
And coke is blowing they noses
My got cream and you know this
So nigga get yours, the door to opportunity closes

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on
it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and keep your on swollen

To soldier in the hood, go in
To every real holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling and keep your guns on