Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

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

Hoo-bangin' in the
We gon' do it like
in the house
For all the thug out there
Life ain't nuthin' but and hot nines
Crooked hoes, hid from one...
me out

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

Life nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid from
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
Better they be on the out for dark head lights
Or get caught up in a twist of a long goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid with the cavi I
I roam the hard knocks are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna
With a year-old cutlass and a bag of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true is what tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, the nina 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 gots no
Time reveal
I be if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal

Chorus...

Now I sits in late nite and clock chips
a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips
Watch out for the at the do'
Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn
now, don't 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
Last place niggas get caught for the dollars
Have your ass on g.r. while I dip
Blue-collar niggas to white-collar fools
But I don't givin a fuck, know cash rules
Pay ya dues, true to the street
Get your money, man, fo' sho' 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 fuck we
For all the thug out there
Thug on the block
Compton to the
Hoo-bangin' till I die,
this out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the