Luyện nghe bài hát Hoodlum

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da
Don't personal, but only a minor few can understand
a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
I'm still breathing. you a must son, we bread
You my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a note.
We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so
I'm to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..
for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm over my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your trying to laugh

Check out the drill-dun, conceal
the hum leaning back checking out the action
On the we drinkin x's
Yo twirl dat shit, while I this...
Sharply burn it like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause it's time to the biz to kidz
And blow all hell fire out ya
Live as wire couldn't make my expire or retire
I'm letting off my arms tired
You set wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock year
'96-i lost my dun; got worse..
money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb in my memory
I spill some then I keep it moving

Yo, do our thing, we got this, this
nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt the bars
You don't really wanna go the source

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Surprise open eye, the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the you holiday thug
Ease up all that illin and
Get ya lite up, you niggaz is butt
You me, I'm reppin wb, what?
Where you me at spillin congac from a cup
With my heat next to my
Never been to bust
Slug rushin to your like dust
If that wasn't as long as strong and tough
We squeeze back, better believe he no breath-black
Fuckin wit these swayze
I got dreams of raising my little queen and gonna stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't come
All my baby got is a papi to guide her
Through this of hatred
And I die to see that she it
And die to let the nextman it, is you stupid, um...

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from
Penalty is death, pay your respects
We harass you reap if you slept or step
We to see who we can master next
After sex pass the bless for effects
Relax stress through mad physac, mad contact
Cash a check to get assets we blast
Dealing the mental aspect on chest
So we create a trust, if you dunns to shot
Get hit with a twenty-one gun
I keep a yet deadly 7sc 30
as you it hit me I release lyrics of fury
And to say a poem to ricochet in your dome
My click made me the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get chatter and be the better setter
The letter forever

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