Luyện nghe bài hát Pants Hang Low

[Intro - Plies
Aye, man, muthafucka just told me to pull my up homie (What?)
Pull my pants up, I went up to that and told him i'm from the hood and that's how shit go

- Plies:]
I let my (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) low (Hang low)
So, you better not play my dough
if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I'm the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants my pants, low (Hang low)
I'm from the and that's how shit go

1 - Plies:]
I'm the home of goon, city of the choppas
You ain't that life, you ain't want no problems
If you and you know it, fuck it gone rob ya
straight yappas, fuck with no revolvers
Real street nigga, need a real good
Last two cases, fault charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must
If you don't then, slugs fill body
Want my paper, get my
Hustle all day, try to ride big
Been with three dope boys, hood ha garbage
Will I still fuck'a, I don't know, yeah,
Just a hood nigga with of swagg shawty
Who I with the most, prolly my 40
Been labeled a goon, that's what the call me
in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless

[Chorus -
I let my pants (My Pants) low (Hang low)
I'm from the hood and this how go (I'm from the hood)
I let my (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not with my dough
if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I'm from the and that's how shit go
I let my pants my pants, low (Hang low)
I'm from the hood and that's how go

[Hook -
Say i'm too hood, be
Don't give a damn what you about me
Say i'ma goon, me
Don't give a damn what you about me, nigga

2 - Plies:]
This where you find the most snitches, and most
Go four little parnters now, on the run
Half of the city fellas other got warrnts
Guns stay every first of the month
If you ain't got 5, you better not
Hood cut throat, even front
Bentley alright, get attention than the donk
No shirt, saggin' with big charm
If it ain't top of the line, I don't want blunt
Geeked in trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin', tryna what they want
last night, 4 g's what I spunt
police wit me, better take his lunch
'Cuz, if he get me, then i'm gon' punch
under the hood, will run
'Cuz i'm from the hood, and is how it done

[Chorus -
I let my (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I'm from the and this how shit go (I'm from the hood)
I let my (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play my dough
if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I'm from the hood and how shit go
I let my pants my pants, low (Hang low)
I'm the hood and that's how shit go

- Plies:]
Say i'm too hood, be
Don't give a damn what you think me
Say goon, that's me
Don't give a damn what you think me, nigga

[Outro - Fresh talking:]
Yaaahhhh, ladies and
You're now to the ghetto music
And, this being supplied to you by the in charge,
Plies, and the freggy fresh, yeah
Good night