Luyện nghe bài hát Love 4 Tha Hood

Lil' hawk & in the house (geah)
Niggas on the run in the (right)
Da foe in the (that's right)
My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', baby)
The eihthype in the house
Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm
And this goin' out to all them niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'?

it out

Here goes another gang tale from that street cat
First lesson: don't be without your gat
Cause out here be trippin' on all kinds of shit
From the colors to the way that you hit your
Don't be a soft-ass
Just belong to the gang of your choice with hand on your trigga
Now like you got no fuckin' sense at all
On every that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)
Jump in the back seat, we on a
Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies died
I lay back and my eyes and wonder
How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take (geah)
But it's a fact; these niggas be slippin'
Gon' get caught up with the mac
But it's all good, doing dirt, in work
I got love 4 tha
on

Uh, geah, geah,
We got love for our
(throw your in the air)
Do you got love 4 hood? geah c'mon
(throw your in the air like you just don't care)

wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with
Let my rag slightly out the button hole
I'm ready to stack chips higher a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this gang don't ever cease
and dodgin' from the school police
To the west, we got power, one time's
Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's
Caviar selling's how we our biz
Drive-by just the way that it is
in the bushes, straps in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody make a dash
Living life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
You best not wanna be something
But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in
I got for the hood, come on

(hey)
Who got love for hood?
You got love for love?
Cause we got for our hood...

[da
I grabs my strap and tha fuckin b.g. local loc's
We doin' dirt, puttin' in work
I around like compton owes me something
Tote in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin
16 years and I'm the maker
Hittin' you - up like a pager you played like sega
Only g's come from the west
So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch chest
Prrrraaa... how you 'em know, we mad deep
Like t.l.c. I creep your hood and put you to sleep
Let's it clearly understood
Like niggas ? can damn? o.g.'s in the pen and we runnin' the
Shit, your better be up
Cause foe pull inside my back
Your block will get tore up with mac (10)
Open your and see (yeah)
Cause we got for the muthafuckin' hood, yeah

We got love for our
Do you got love for your
I said da foe's in the house,
I said da in the house
We got love for our
Do you got love for hood?
Da in the house
True blue thugs from the streets
Compton sewed up from the top to the bottom
Nigga, you want niggas we got 'em
You want hoe we got 'em
Uh cluck-heads, uh
Punk one-time,
niggas, geah
Mark-ass uh
And bustas
like quik ha ha ahaha, geah