Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of that thug
gangstas in the house
Representin' for the
Compton one
this out, uh

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

Somebody me out the ghetto
Cause there's some I just can't let go, uh
My mind a twirl
Lord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: the world!
Young nigga dreams of schemes for the cash
But then awaken to the sounds of late gun blasts
My moms told my hit the floor!
Before the hot ones through the window
Damn, why the fuck it's - my
Graffiti lookin' and niggas who slangin' rock
Fo' sho', I wanna be that, fuck mike
mike was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin harrassed by the cause he's tryin' to make some dough
So he can push up from a caddy and the pinto
So everybody in the hood can cops the
And I can the cash flow

Life ain't nuthin' but and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid one-time
You got your strap uh, I got
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 eight
they be on the look out for dark head lights
Or get caught up in a of a long kiss goodnight
the days of gettin paid with the cavi I clock
When I roam the hard knocks are the court down
Turnin tide, now you bitch wanna trip
With a year-old cutlass and a bag of grips
Still dips the hood, stay is what they tell me
Fuck you niggas, know the nina never fail me
Lord, forgive me sometimes I can't deal
With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to
Protects me and my next, that's real
bitches cause y'all gots no skrill
Time will
I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my meal

Chorus...

Now I sits in late 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 and pick up the damn blow
Quickly now, let the po-po show
Or I'm to the spot where the moon don't blow
Life's a bitch, not a dance
Life's too for my ass to try to chance
place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars
Have your ass on g.r. while I dip
Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar
But I don't a fuck, y'all know cash rules
Pay ya dues, stay true to the
Get money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat
Told by the g'z that is cheap
But know since the days I'm in too deep

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the