Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

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

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

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

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

Pops sendin money in lines from out of
But too late, I'm on the corner now way eight
Better they be on the look out for head lights
Or get caught up in a twist of a kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid the cavi I clock
When I the hard knocks are the court down block
tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip
With a year-old cutlass and a bag of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true is what they me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the never fail me
Lord, forgive me cause I can't deal
the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill
Protects me and my kids next, real
Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all no skrill
will reveal
I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my meal

Chorus...

Now I sits in late nite spots and chips
With a bag of eatin loaded up extra clips
out for the knock at the do'
Throw money through the mail and pick up the damn blow
Quickly now, don't let the po-po
Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't
Life's a bitch, not a dance
too short for my ass to try to chance
Last place niggas get caught for the dollars
Have ass on g.r. while I dip impalas
niggas sellin to white-collar fools
But I don't givin a fuck, y'all cash rules
Pay ya dues, stay to the street
Get money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat
Told by the g'z that talk is
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 on the block
Compton to the
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
this out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the