Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a
Slug in burden brain
heard of me
From here to
Fuck hell cause I can feel the burn in me
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
We can hold in the street
wanna do?
I just ate, a quarter to 8
I'm in 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm to ride for this shit
Muthafucka done invested his life in this
And we ain't losin' take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like some and red ends
Make you like holyfield
And we'll rob you lennox lewis
And you can't do to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the west
A few of 'em still gangbangin in 40's, what
Violatin

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas make the go round
And stayin' down in the
That's they say
hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play
Eiht, cube and iii tha hood way, geah
I said...

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the (yeah)
I can't get of this gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the and the skate
? ? ? ? some vibrate for humpin' section 8
I g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' one shades
It's the heat bringer, inglewood swinger
And fuck every nigga ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color make dimes, it's color blind
And I trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the chase 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, and don mega off the hook together
It's iii tha way and hoo-bang forever, what

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons three strikes (yeah)
times equal 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on swings as I bumps the
Nice off I flip to the hard, my tight
Small nigga in the backseat with
Tryin' to 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
side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
Put they work for my g's, six feet
The murda show, ride with me
There's one life to so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the projects with
Slangin' my you don't work, you don't eat
You can take boy out tha hood
But you can't take the hood out a
Hand stays on the trigga,

Chorus...

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

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

Babeeee...