Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

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

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

And at it's the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't even me
But my younger brother's got much
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 little nigga with no at all
up and killed my first 8-ball

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

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

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

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

Always strappin', 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 me take two to your jaw

enter 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
I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Nothin' but bitches and

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

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

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

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

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

A brother's on the run, got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm them the potent fat rocks
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 to waste, they 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
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the

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

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

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