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 gon' do it like
Compton in the
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 with it, but I fucks the world!
nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash
But then to the sounds of late nite gun blasts
My moms my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot ones through the window
Damn, why the fuck it's - my
lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock
Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, mike
mike was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to some dough
So he can push up from a and dumps the pinto
So everybody in the hood can cops the
And I can collects the cash

Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot
Crooked hoes, keepin hid one-time
You got your 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
Better they be on the 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 the hard knocks are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna
a year-old cutlass and a bag full of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true is what tell me
Fuck you niggas, know the nina never fail me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can't
With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to
Protects me and my next, that's real
bitches cause y'all gots no skrill
Time reveal
I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my next

Chorus...

Now I sits in late nite spots and clock
With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra
Watch out for the at the do'
Throw your money through the mail and pick up the blow
now, don't let the po-po show
Or I'm hitted to the 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 for the fuckin dollars
Have your ass on g.r. I dip impalas
niggas sellin to white-collar fools
But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know rules
Pay ya dues, stay to the street
Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my
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 the fuck we regulate
For all the niggas out there
Thug niggas on the
Compton to the
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
Check out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the