Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

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

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

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

Chorus...

Desert eagle in the stash and we
Me, bam, chill, hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six to the party
Putting out hits on niggas like mr. (geah)
Leave the straps in the truck cause goin pat down
We steps in evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)
Ain't but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers what is you starin' (geah)
I it's time to start thumpin'
Open up to the
Come with the mac and baby start dumpin'
You gone catch some slugs and this
look like some
Niggas in the
But I guess we got to of
For all y'all, the call
I don't give a damn you from nigga, geah