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 know I'm sayin', gia

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

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

And roll with the pack of motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, down black brothers
A little nigga no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first

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

Life ain't nothin but bitches and
'Cause in the you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and

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

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

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

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

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and
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 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 force tryin' to deep
But, I'm playin' these fools cheap

rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly the window
Hits my brother, goes 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
handle that, growin' up in the hood

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

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

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

Now, the neighborhood's on my
'Cause 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 I got no clout
But it's one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the

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