Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I hear the words: murda murda, I a
Slug in your burden
Niggas of me
From to eternity
Fuck hell cause I can the earth burn in me
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
We can hold court in the
wanna do?
I just ate, a quarter to 8
I'm in section 8 with mc and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm ready to for this shit
Muthafucka invested his life in this shit
And we ain't rather take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like blue and red ends
Make you dance like
And rob you like lennox lewis
And you can't do to us (nuthin')
Spent my with the west rollies
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's,
parolies

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas make the go round
And stayin' in the y-2-k
what they say
It's hoo-bang and we don't play
Eiht, and mack: iii tha hood way, geah
I said...

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the (yeah)
I can't get enough of this gangsta
So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' 8
I g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one
It's the bringer, king inglewood swinger
And fuck every nigga that ain't a (hoo-banger!)
No color make dimes, it's color blind
And I ain't trippin' your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the
Get on the paper and let us smoke our free base
I'm a straight go-getter, till I'm rich
I stay and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever,

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons three strikes (yeah)
Three times equal 9's, khakis and
Roll on as I bumps the flashlight
off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small nigga in the backseat with
to come up on cash cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's to spittin'
Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm
West side compton, fo' sho'
Put they work for my g's, six below
The murda show, ride with me
There's one life to live so I the key
Once a time in the projects with heat
my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
You can this boy out tha hood
But you can't take the hood out a
Hand on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

& eiht]
Iii tha way ye-yey (fo' sho')
Iii tha way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you how tha fuck we do it)
Iii tha hood way (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
(geah)

The compton
Mc eiht (tha shit)
For ass
Ice (dumpin' out the trey)
Dumpin' out the rag
10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
That shit
West side hoo-bangin'
fo' life

Babeeee...