Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the 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 know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came
to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

And at home the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't 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 motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, down black brothers
A little nigga with no at all
Fucked up and killed my 8-ball

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

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

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 lock me up I keep on blastin'

Community to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got clout
With the cluckers, the back 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 foot to a nap
'Cause I up fast on the wrong side of the law
So me take two to your jaw

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life ain't nuttin but 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 I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household
Everybody warns their kids about the game

But I'm still my profit
And the one time can't stop it
So, I keep my face
No to waste, they 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
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the

Out the backdoor, freeze, I a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no
But it's murder one, I'm the victim,
That good, growin' up in the hood

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

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