Luyện nghe bài hát Neighborhood

[Verse 1:
At night I about it, them niggas can't without me
Them try to doubt me, a nigga came up out it
Talking about it, ain't 'bout it, you just talking
How could they doubt me? How could doubt me? They wasn't around me
How could they and take it from us?
All of my niggas that made it us
Fuck all haters, they can't get in touch
I was impatient, I was in a
I taking that molly, her mind up
I for nothing, I made it, I promise
Fuck all the comments, hating on us
them they want this cause nobody done this
I be stacking it up, they not be showing no love, I got shit out the mud
I sit in front of that jug, I have much, I barely made it to court
I'm on my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe lady the world
'Til I did it for her, for her, she still my favorite

Birdman]
Yeah, we them bricks in my neighborhood
Double strap with the macks in my
We get the money, flip them in my neighborhood
I staying tote stay down in my
guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit for them flips nigga
We all in my neighborhood
We get them hundreds, keep it running through my

2: Ralo]
Counting the bricks, counting the bricks, counting the
I want your bitch, you your bitch, she want the dick
Pull up, pull up in that with the plugs, none of these niggas gon' take it from us
Fucking with us, you would, I be fucking these hoes in the club
Fuck the OP, I know that I did it, all of my niggas gon' handle business
I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning, none of my niggas broke in a minute
All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's because of my
You see that look on they faces, you know niggas was hating
'em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again, none of my niggas have been
I got out of the pen, now get rich off a pen
Do you remember me dope?
I to live at that yellow stone
Now a nigga better though
I ever going back to broke

Birdman]
Yeah, we move them bricks in my
strap with the macks in my neighborhood
We get the money, them hundreds in my neighborhood
I tote stay down in my neighborhood
Bust and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for flips nigga
We all gravy in my
We get hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood

[Verse 3: Derez
Ever the song? Time ain't money, got the Rollie and they still on me
On the highway with no license and still on me
I got a on it right now, that loud talking, better pipe down
'Fore I catch a body now, yeah I'm talking right now
Officer outside claiming county 'fore you try, better think it
Wrist roll, nigga bank about it, everybody having paper
Most of niggas be lying, most of these niggas be lying
Never committed a crime, pull out a fine, they crying, what's on the back of mind?
I'm on that mob shit, we steal it, we rob shit, we it
No swiping, no cop shit, in the trench, got dope in the in the skillets
and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood
Before you cross me, be cautious in my neighborhood

Birdman]
Yeah, we move them bricks in my
Double strap the macks in my neighborhood
We get the money, flip them hundreds in my
I staying tote stay down in my
Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get nigga
Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them nigga
We all gravy in my
We get hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood