Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

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

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

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

Quick up the stairs, so, sucker stop lookin'
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
'Cause in the you live and let die
Nutting but and money

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

tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street 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 me take two to your jaw

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

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

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 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 punk fools

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't
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 my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of
I found them, before I 'em, I said you fucked up good
Gotta handle that, up in the hood

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

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

But I'm makin' my profit
And the one time just stop it
So, I keep my face
No time to waste, got me on the chase

Now, the on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the
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 it's murder one, I'm the victim,
That ain't good, growin' up in the

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