Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake punk ass up
The M.C back 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 didn't know, what was in
A little hard head kid abade
to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 heard that my hood was snaps

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

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

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

Life nuttin 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 them the potent fat rocks
And my face is a household name
warns their kids about the dope game

But I'm still my profit
And the one time just can't 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 fool had drop the
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 it's 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 I claim
City that I fucked, no shit from it, sure
Compton is the that I claim
City that I fucked, no shit from it, sure