Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

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

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

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

And roll with the pack of wicked
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'
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
'Cause in the you live and let die
but bitches and money

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

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

Always strappin', to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the side 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 life to be ain't no good
up in the hood

Life ain't but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if soft, you're lost
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 like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these
Task tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools

rolled 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 my switches
Looking for the punk ass, of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the

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

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

But I'm still my profit
And the one time can't stop it
So, I keep my face
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
Rush to the toilet, so, I could the rock

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

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

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