Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of thug shit
Hoo-bangin' in the house
for the west
Compton one
this out, uh

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

Somebody me out the ghetto
Cause there's some things I just let go, uh
My mind takes a
Lord, I try to cope with it, but I fucks the world!
Young nigga dreams of schemes for the cash
But then awaken to the sounds of nite gun blasts
My moms 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 like that, fuck
Unless mike was on the corner with a at night
harrassed by the cops cause he's 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 ain't nuthin' but money and hot
Crooked hoes, hid from one-time
You got your uh, I got mine
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 of a long kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid with the cavi I
When I roam the hard are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna
With a year-old cutlass and a bag of grips
Still the hood, stay true is what they tell me
Fuck you niggas, know the nina never fail me
Lord, forgive me sometimes I can't deal
With the from the hood where the mentality to kill
me and my kids next, that's real
Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all no skrill
Time reveal
I be damned if I let y'all stop my next meal

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Now I sits in nite spots and clock chips
With a bag of chips eatin up extra clips
out for the knock at the do'
Throw your money through the mail and up the damn blow
Quickly now, let the po-po show
Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't
a bitch, life's 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 a fuck, y'all know cash rules
Pay ya dues, true 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 days I'm in too

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the