Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

Back again and again
I went Marcy to Hollywood
And again and back again

As a youth I used to the weed up
Old heads said I thought more a soldier than a leader
In order to succeed I had to slow my up
Didn't listen to stuff took puff of the chieva

They said, "Believe us or not is somethin' you earn
With every mistake you make to us you return"
Probably would go Hollywood, I thought he was
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was
If she threw the pussy I got mushy like
Damn baby, I love you all my cash
You ain't got to lie Jay, you gettin' the ass

She that I was a thug it turned her on
Soon as I got soft it her off
I got relaxed put my up start dissin' my friends
And that's when the ceiling in

I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and again
I went from Marcy to
And back again and back

I came through with the shines like the streets was
Didn't my Algebra, no caliber stick me
I was thinkin' how and for what? But reality
Like a mutts, nothin' worse than the person
That's foul with to stick you quicker

This brand new,
Yup this is the foulest this ain't
It's the Wild West whoever guns is the
who's the best now take ten steps and draw

Who dope can ten steps and remain raw
Who has no regards for the
Me who now let me ask you
Did you not if we all don't eat?

Some day that we all would
Did you about the crabs in the barrow?
They hear me creep
It's a muthafuckin' war in these

I'm from the ghetto to the
And I'm back I'm back again
I'm the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back

From to Hollywood
And back again and back
Marcy to Hollywood
And back and back again

As a youth I to fold up, old heads
Said I thought more like a leader than a
Back in the days never no heat shit was cool
Food cat personified even went to

Learned shit made me feel kinda live
Off of with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke me easier to provoke
to yoke the first muthafucka that joked

Same dude the hard bottom went from laid back
To locked out from talk it to T, I shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you
you the wettest I got a you die first, fetish

I can recall old chicks across the street
Now I myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck, nigga, I just my moms
Why I need to feel steel in both my arms?

I went from Marcy to
And back and back again
I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back and back again

I'm from the ghetto to the
And I'm back again I'm again
I'm the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm again

I went Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back
From to Hollywood
And again back again

Geah, since niggas don't like to think
make it real easy for y'all
You got three types of nigga
First cat, as a youth is real

And for whatever reason he hit the or whatever cooled out
You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy remained ghetto
You know that type then you got one cat smart young man
Everybody him to be a lawyer doctor, whatever
drove him crazy, he wiled out, ha geah

Marcy to
And back and back again
again, biotch