Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood to Hollywood

Yo, get back to the hardcore right now
hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one out to all the gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the
It was the fourth of July I heard the bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs,
By the we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin breathing

wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but that right y'all)
wear your colors here!
That cemetery (california, california)
I got my gun and nine hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo hollywood got a lot of twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really
The only gift y'all is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies "freeze"
Get out the navigator, iii in the dvd
They hop in, they your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone
Oh lord, here come those maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got over here?")
He a rap
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all you was al capone
And come to find out you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in
Now you standin' in the form the children of the corn
the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your colors here, cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear colors here! (colors)
That gear (chicago, chicago)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped
While I was detecting the that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have been
and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers
Stick up the forest then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your
You never knew bout how we play innings
But you about to the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's that
Let me get that, with the snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the back
And if anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

Don't wear your here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my
(but that right y'all)
Don't wear your here! (colors)
cemetery gear (detroit, detroit)
I got my gun and from hollywood, to your neck of the hood

the fbi that I won't be home tonight
Tell the secret service I won't be home
Colors, put away your whoa, colors