Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake your ass up
The M.C back 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 year my peers know, what was in store
A little head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the

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 can't this shit, so, I bones the hell out

And roll the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down black
A nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop
Stagger to the house, so, I can my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a nigga's 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 I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me
Police sweat my tip and harassin'
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on

Community to shut me out
But the money flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back punk 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 up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to jaw

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

Life ain't nothin' but and money
Where I'm at, if soft, you're lost
but bitches 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 heard my hood was makin' snaps

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

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the
Bullets fly the window
Hits my brother, down goes my

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

ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you and let die
but bitches 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 household
Everybody their kids about the dope game

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

Now, the neighborhood's on my
some punk ass fool 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 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 city I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it,
Compton is the city I claim

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