Luyện nghe bài hát Take Tha Hood Back

Yeah nigga, the hood is up right now
You niggaz got all crossed-up
Niggaz got the real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really wrong
You niggaz got grind wrong, mayne

I gotta watch you hoe-ass
time for the teacher
To sit in the front of the class, nigga
Right over the
And teach you niggaz the rules, nigga

'Cause ain't nobody showin you
How to get money the way
If you gon' get money,
'Cause you fuck everybody money up on the real

Now all my hustlers, and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to rewind
There's some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali
They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't it

Motherfuckers to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out respect
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga compromise yo hood
Yo doin' shit you it cool until the good

Got movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the
Matter fact, the cool, you niggaz need to hear me
Breakin' bread with snitches, don't come near me

You niggaz givin' these canaries all these
Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they
I'm teachin' classes, Dope 101
These hoe-ass don't want none of Bun
I'm takin' the back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the back
Damn, I swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood

You liar, aight, but he got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood
We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back

I'm a G, hell yeah, I bull
Got yo bitch lookin' mad them Fingaz so full
I drank hard while you niggaz drank
But the boy like fed, Bam got pulled

And I was to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down, burna zone, nigga
Hell yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt all black
Come through sunny side and yo' house flat

Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go
a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good no lasers
And shot hit, I don't throw no grazer

Some killa talk, nigga and real talk
Middlefingaz' a ridah, killed off, nigga
And I put that on Pat, Screw and
low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We takin' the back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya
Off his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten
Now home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he got it like that
naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back

A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo ass
You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass
From out here in these
Ain't no fuckn' or second chance
offender, lose yo ass, you get enhanced

Speak not, keep yo' shut, investigate the whole place
Make 'em think it's cool, follow that round the whole day
The ain't the same at all, changed for the worst
Nigga got the time cause he came wit it first

See I to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more shit, rock shit, strictly kis
I my paper, I was taught by older niggaz
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, niggaz

I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of
I show you how to stop that
Get ig'nant wit this choppa
Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya
Off with his head, we takin' the hood
Damn, I coulda swore gave ya ass ten flat
Now home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like
Hell naw, we takin' the back
We in the like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we the hood back

I'm takin the streets, thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the
Candy rock baller, twenty-chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't to call her

Theres a niggaz rappin, playin' games
I don't see of the shit that you name
Where the car at? Where the at?
Where the girl you say that got that 'Five at?

Where the at? Where the Glocks at?
In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place at
That's my lifestyle you 'bout
I'm havin' everythin you niggaz yappin' 'bout

When you see some
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten
He gotta call his and shit
And he ain't got you nigga, I'm takin' my hood back

gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like
Hell naw, we the hood back
We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back