Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

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

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

Somebody help me out the
Cause there's 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 awaken to the sounds of nite gun blasts
My told my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot echo through the window
Damn, why the fuck - my block
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 tryin' to make some dough
So he can push up from a caddy and the pinto
So everybody in the can cops the lleyo
And I can the cash flow

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

Pops sendin money in lines out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way past
they be on the look out for dark head lights
Or get caught up in a twist of a kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid with the I clock
When I roam the 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 sometimes I deal
With the from the hood where the mentality to kill
Protects me and my next, that's real
Jealous-ass bitches cause gots no skrill
Time will
I be damned if I let y'all stop my next meal

Chorus...

Now I sits in nite spots and clock chips
With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra
out for the knock 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 the moon don't blow
Life's a bitch, life's not a
Life's too for my ass to try to chance
Last 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 givin a fuck, y'all know cash
Pay ya dues, true to the street
Get your money, man, fo' sho' my heat
by the g'z that talk is cheap
But y'all know the days I'm in too deep

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' in the house,
You know the fuck we
For all the thug niggas out
Thug niggas on the
to the fullest
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
Check out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the