Luyện nghe bài hát Growin' up in the Hood

Wake your ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin'
Kickin' the straight 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
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the

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

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

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

tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk
Try to break me out fool, you be a motherfucker

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

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

ain't nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if soft, you're lost
Nothin' but 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
like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll
But, I'm these punk fools cheap

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

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

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

A brother's on the run, got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving the potent fat rocks
And my is like 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
to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

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

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