Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

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

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

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

Life ain't nuthin' but and hot nines
hoes, keepin hid from 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 eight
they be on the look out for dark head lights
Or get up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight
Love the days of paid with the cavi I clock
I roam the hard knocks are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch wanna trip
With a year-old cutlass and a bag full of
Still dips the hood, true is what they tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina fail me
Lord, me cause sometimes I can't deal
With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to
Protects me and my kids next, real
Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all no skrill
Time will
I be if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal

Chorus...

Now I sits in late nite spots and 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 where the moon blow
a bitch, life's not a dance
Life's too short for my ass to try to
Last place niggas get for the fuckin dollars
your ass on g.r. while I dip impalas
Blue-collar 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
by the g'z that talk is cheap
But know since the days 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
to the fullest
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
this out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the