Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

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

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas the world go round
And stayin' in the y-2-k
That's they say
It's hoo-bang 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 enough of gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the and the skate
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for section 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the when it's late
With my hair sportin' murder one shades
It's the heat bringer, king inglewood
And fuck every nigga that ain't a (hoo-banger!)
No lines make dimes, it's color blind
And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't as mine
rock t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper and let us smoke our free base
I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm
I stay down and 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)
Three times 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on swings as I the flashlight
off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small nigga in the backseat with
Tryin' to up on cash cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to
Put the hood I loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin'
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo'
Put work for my g's, six feet below
The show, muthafuckas ride with me
one life to live so I cops the key
Once upon a in the projects with heat
Slangin' my you don't work, you don't eat
You can take boy out tha hood
But you take the hood out a nigga
stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

[cube &
Iii tha hood way (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'
Compton fo'

Babeeee...