Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

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

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

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

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

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

Life ain't nothin but and money
'Cause in the you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and

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

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

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

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

Life nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're
Nothin' but bitches and

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

As I precede to make my
Just the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to deep
But, I'm playin' these punk cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it work
I the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the
Hits my brother, down goes my

As I'm rolling, I'm my switches
Looking for the punk ass, of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I you fucked up good
Gotta that, growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but and money
'Cause in the city you and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money,

A on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids the dope game

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

Now, the on my line
'Cause some punk ass 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 heard a
Am I sure, yo, I I got no clout
But murder one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the

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

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