Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

I gives a fuck you from
Could give a mad fuck about your hood
Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the up (ping)
You fake niggas to peep
You gone get hit talking shit gone 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 difficult to stand
Your ground them killers got a strap in his hand
it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on
You be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass
But still hit your block with it cocked
I give a about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
So look dumb
And don't act dumb 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)
nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back
Strapped with

On a mission compton boulevard (geah)
Some rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)
They some (that's right)
And not to mention
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 of my eye through the endo smoke
But what do you know it's another gang
fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory
I told fools about 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 probably tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You remember me? well I remember you!
When and crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop
Now take 2 to dome
And don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck you from uh

Chorus...

Desert in the stash and we swervin'
Me, bam, chill, hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six to the party
Putting out hits on niggas mr. gotti (geah)
Leave the straps in the truck cause they'll pat down
We steps in 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'
Open up to the
Come back with the mac and baby dumpin'
You gone catch some slugs and watch
Scenes like some
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