Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

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

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

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

And with the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga with no at all
Fucked up and killed my first

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker lookin'
to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little up to no good
up in the hood

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

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

Community tryin' to me out
But the keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk
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 enter my hood,
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, to destroy
I take chances 'cause to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the

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

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

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

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

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

Life nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money,

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

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

Now, the neighborhood's on my
'Cause some punk ass had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the

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

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

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