Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

Mc eiht and chill up in this
The thugs up in this bitch, geah
in this bitch
And we running this shit like last year my friend,
The killers, it out

I gives a fuck where you
Could give a mad fuck about your hood
Keep hittin' me up and get tore up from the floor up (ping)
You fake niggas need to
You gone get hit talking that shit get yo' lip split
I reach under my seat for the
I bust a u-turn and see your ass 'cross the fuckin street
I see you a busta so I start to (right)
Cause if you was a g you would have yo' ground uh
But geah kinda difficult to stand
Your when them killers got a strap in his hand
Point it at yo' dome you got that wrong color on
You better be hitting that real fast or be a shot up ass
But i'ma still hit your block it cocked
I give a fuck nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
So don't dumb
And act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)

Ain't but the killers on this side (that's right)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that (that's right)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, in the back
with macs

On a mission down boulevard (geah)
Some rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)
some bustas (that's right)
And not to mention
My hood is on my hat if them payed attention (west side)
Hand on my 9 cause I go for (geah uh)
out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke
But what do you know it's another story
Some fools slipped and entered the wrong territory
I told fools about me up with they signs
I guess I gotta hit ass up with the fuckin 9
Pump 2 slugs in the side of their
And they tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You don't me? well I remember you!
When and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin
Now 2 to your dome
And don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck where you uh

Chorus...

Desert eagle in the stash and we
Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the (west side)
Six deep to the
out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah)
Leave the in the truck cause they'll goin pat down
We steps in with evil looks, you scatter clown (geah what up)
nuthin but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers is you starin' for? (geah)
I guess it's time to start
Open up to the
Come back with the mac and baby dumpin'
You gone catch slugs and watch this
Scenes like some
in the mist
But I we got to of y'all
For all y'all, the funeral
I don't give a damn where you from nigga,