Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of that thug
gangstas in the house
Representin' for the
one time
Check out, uh

Hoo-bangin' in the
We do it like this
in the house
For all the thug out there
Life nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid one...
me out

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

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

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

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' in the house,
You know the we regulate
For all the niggas out there
Thug on the block
to the fullest
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
this out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the