Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 4 Death

Geah, one two, one two, uh
(Compton 4 death)
And how's the fuck we doin' in this one
Y'all don't hear me up in here,
Half Ounce one time, stick 'em

Eight years ago a friend of
Asked me to say some rhymes
So I this rhyme I'm about to say
I the blunt and then it went this way

Eiht bucked a down to the ground
And heard about the Compton sound
Criminals to dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
To the baby kids the hood grow

Can you me? Gotta make my pay
To the niggas that wanna me I don't play
Walk this way, no foul play I'm N 2
One make a nigga wanna play for keeps

Sometimes makes me wanna
How your homies from the game wanna tame you for your dollar?
Nuthin' to lose, I to get a rep
Step, yep nigga, 4 death, hit me

Compton 4

Got a thousand for you bitches to handle this
Eazy E's Compton city G's
My buckshots put holes in truck windows
Another closed as the church choir blows

Bitches gon' set you up on a trap
Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a cap
Gotta get your, mean to spend
Gotta get your mean green and weed my friend

To the West side connect with gangsta threats
Commence to represent Compton streets
My 44 mag slugs to fly
(Boom boom)
The murder I wrote with to die

To the pen I'm a do you in for the killin'
Straight to hell and back, big mack
I'm
On the daily, Compton criminal, just to get a rep

4 death
Compton 4

Geah, one two, one two, uh
(Compton 4 death)
And how's the fuck we gon' in this one
Y'all don't hear me up in here,
Ounce one time, stick 'em represent

Follow E down the road to the terror
A wax keep totin' my chrome
Takin you to the two thou'
How you like me

Keep you with the pow
No to think, my instinct's do or die
When I ride for the West Side but high
Bitches cry

It'll be other sad love shit
Cruise down the block, hood rat to hit
Pay while I mention how I been payin' dues
Since Boulevard and and high school

When talk shit we straight pump
When bloods and crips to chalk 'em
Givin' it to you, the real now you know
Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight

Sittin' on top of the world,
C.M.W. no love, Compton 4 death

One two one two 'em
Half Ounce in the house 'em
in the house stick 'em
And all butt naked lick 'em

Geah and that's how the we do it
the West, geah