Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know I'm sayin', gia

up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the my peers didn't know, what was in store
A hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the

And at home it's the ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't know me
But my younger got much clout
I can't take this shit, so, I bones the out

And roll with the of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down brothers
A nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my 8-ball

Quick up the stairs, so, little stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no
up in the hood

Life nothin but bitches and money
'Cause in the you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me
Police sweat my tip and keep
Trying to me up 'cause I keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to me out
But the money flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short

strappin', eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your to a nap
'Cause I grew up on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to jaw

Don't my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no
up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but and money
Where I'm at, if soft, you're lost
Nothin' but and money

1987, I'm on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fuckin' up
I'm ready to a sucker's cap
And I heard that my was makin' snaps

As I precede to my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these
Task force tryin' to roll
But, I'm these punk fools cheap

rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly the window
Hits my brother, down goes my

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my
Looking for the ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I 'em, I said you fucked up good
handle that, growin' up in the hood

Life nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the you live and let die
but bitches and money, yeah

A brother's on the run, I've got a in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat
And my face is like a name
Everybody warns their kids about the game

But I'm makin' my profit
And the one time just can't it
So, I keep my face
No time to waste, got me on the chase

Now, the on my line
'Cause some ass fool had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8
to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

Out the backdoor, freeze, I a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no
But it's murder one, I'm the victim,
That ain't good, up in the hood

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're
is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it,
Compton is the city that I

I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city I claim
City I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it,