Luyện nghe bài hát Marcy to Hollywood

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

As a youth I used to hold the up
Old heads said I thought more like a soldier a leader
In order to I had to slow my speed up
listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

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

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

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

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

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

brand new, nigga
Yup is the foulest this ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps and

Who dope can take ten 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 beef?
Did you about the crabs in the barrow?
They hear me creep
a muthafuckin' war in these streets

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

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

As a youth I used to up, old heads
Said I thought like a leader than a soldier
in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
Food cat personified even to school

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

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

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the
Now I help liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck, nigga, I just lost my
Why I need to feel something steel in my arms?

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

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

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

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

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

to Hollywood
And back again and again
Back again,