Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

I a fuck where you from
give a mad fuck about your hood sign
Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up the floor up (ping)
You fake niggas need to
You gone get hit talking that shit 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 so I start to clown (right)
Cause if you was a g you would have yo' ground uh
But geah it's kinda difficult to
Your ground when 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 with it cocked
I give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 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 but the killers on that side (that's right)
Ain't but the killers in the front, killers in the back
Strapped macs

On a mission down boulevard (geah)
Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they bustas)
They bustas (that's right)
And geah not to
My hood is on my hat if them fools payed (west side)
on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)
Peep out the corner of my eye the endo smoke
But what do you know it's another gang
Some fools slipped and entered the wrong territory
I told fools about hitting me up with signs
I I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9
2 slugs in the side of their door
And they probably to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You remember me? well I remember you!
When and your tried to roll through the fuckin loop
Now take 2 to 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, hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six deep to the
Putting out hits on like mr. gotti (geah)
Leave the straps in the truck cause goin pat down
We in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)
nuthin but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers is you starin' for? (geah)
I guess it's to start thumpin'
up to the truck
Come with the mac and baby start dumpin'
You catch some slugs and watch this
Scenes look like
in the mist
But I we got to of y'all
For all y'all, the funeral
I give a damn where you from nigga, geah