Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

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

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

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

Chorus...

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