Luyện nghe bài hát Compton Cyco

In da house for da '94 beeitch
all off, ya know what I'm sayin'

Niggaz backdafuckup of da thug
When I'm off da muthafuckin' chronic hood nigga
1 mo hit
Lips get split, fake shit
Never gave a about a hoodrat bitch
Clownin' in da trey with da 3-wheel
So stay da back, you know it's like that
Come strapped with da "k", can I say
Leave you're ass like dana dane
Nightmare's we appears
It stop till'a tick tock
Around the clock, electric
Is what I send 2 niggaz
in cauzing pain
Better yet I put to sleep
Like I'm n2deep
The cyco

(the muthafucking cyco) yeah, eh (4x)

Guess who's from da westside
Killin' muthafuckaz, right
Can't dill when the get starts to
Compton bullshitin'
Run yo ass like a cat
? ? ? can you fuck that
I da westside out the fuckin' window
Strapped in my lapped as I puff on the
Commin' from da compton-gang
on the run got the extra gunz
Droppin' the gangsta shit that you never
Call up my niggaz, lil' hawking
Now we as a muthafuck
Hoodrat bitches prepare to
And don't be talkin' that shit cauze we
Lay in yo ass than we
And gank for yo' ritches
Don't give a bout non of yo bitches
The compton

Yeah, the cyco
on the run
Lil' hawking bird in da houze
And this is how we do this for da 94, yeah
Mc-eiht, dj slip, oz.
Yo take me the fuck outta

Compton nigga,
Compton nigga,
Compton fool,
on the run