Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of that shit
gangstas in the house
Representin' for the
Compton one
Check out, uh

Hoo-bangin' in the
We gon' do it this
Compton in the
For all the thug niggas out
ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid one...
me out

Somebody help me out the
there's some things I just can't let go, uh
My takes a twirl
Lord, I try to with it, but I scream: fucks the world!
Young nigga with dreams of for the cash
But then awaken to the sounds of nite gun blasts
My told my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot ones through the window
Damn, why the fuck - my block
Graffiti lookin' and niggas who slangin' rock
Fo' sho', I be like that, fuck mike
Unless mike was on the corner with a at night
Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make dough
So he can push up from a and dumps the pinto
So everybody in the hood can the lleyo
And I can collects the cash

Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot
hoes, keepin hid from one-time
You got your uh, I got mine
Takin you to the time of '89

Pops sendin money in from out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way past
Better they be on the look out for dark head
Or get up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight
the days of gettin paid with the cavi I clock
When I roam the knocks are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas trip
With a year-old and a bag full of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true is what they me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina fail me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I deal
With the pressures from the hood where the to kill
me and my kids next, that's real
Jealous-ass bitches y'all gots no skrill
will reveal
I be damned if I let y'all niggas my next meal

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Now I sits in nite spots and clock chips
With a bag of eatin loaded up extra clips
Watch out for the at the do'
Throw your money through the mail and up the damn blow
now, don't let the po-po show
Or I'm hitted to the spot where the don't blow
a bitch, life's not a dance
Life's too short for my ass to try to
place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars
Have ass on g.r. while I dip impalas
niggas sellin to white-collar fools
But I don't a fuck, y'all know cash rules
Pay ya dues, stay true to the
Get your money, man, fo' sho' my heat
Told by the g'z talk is cheap
But y'all since the days I'm in too deep

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' in the house,
You know the we regulate
For all the niggas out there
Thug niggas on the
Compton to the
till I die, nigga
Check out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the