Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake your ass up
The M.C Eiht's in the motherfuckin' house
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 peers know, what was in store
A little hard head kid abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the

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

And roll with the pack of wicked
No shorts are taken, down black brothers
A little nigga no problems at all
up and killed my first 8-ball

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

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

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

tryin' to shut 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 fast on the wrong of the law
So watch me two to your jaw

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

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

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

As I precede to make my
like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools

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

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

Life ain't but bitches and money
'Cause in the you live 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 name
Everybody warns kids about the dope game

But I'm makin' my profit
And the one time just stop it
So, I keep hidin' my
No time to waste, 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
to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

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

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

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