Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

I gives a fuck you from
Could give a mad fuck about your sign
hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping)
You fake niggas to peep
You gone get hit talking that shit get yo' lip split
I under my seat 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 have stood yo' ground uh
But geah it's kinda difficult to
Your ground when them killers got a in his hand
Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong on
You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a up ass
But i'ma still hit your with it cocked
I give a about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
So look dumb
And don't act dumb when we nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)

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

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

Chorus...

Desert eagle in the and we swervin'
Me, bam, chill, little bird, da foe in the suburban (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)
Ain't but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers what is you for? (geah)
I guess it's time to thumpin'
up to the truck
Come back with the mac and baby dumpin'
You gone some slugs and watch this
Scenes look some
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