Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I the words: murda murda, I concern a
Slug in burden brain
Niggas of me
here to eternity
Fuck hell I can feel 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 ate, it's a quarter to 8
I'm in section 8 mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm ready to ride for this
Muthafucka done his life in this shit
And we ain't losin' take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like blue and red ends
Make you dance holyfield
And we'll rob you like lewis
And you can't do to us (nuthin')
my life with the west rollies
A few of 'em gangbangin in they 40's, what
parolies

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas make the world go
And down in the y-2-k
That's they say
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we play
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha 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
? ? ? ? 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 trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
rock t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free
I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a (fuck you bitch!)
Me, and don mega off the hook together
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever,

Chorus...

Three niggas, three felons with three strikes (yeah)
Three 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 come up on cash cause we at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to
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 show, muthafuckas ride with me
one life to live so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the projects heat
Slangin' my you don't work, you don't eat
You can this boy out tha hood
But you can't the hood out a nigga
stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

[cube &
Iii tha way ye-yey (fo' sho')
Iii tha way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
Iii tha way ye-yey (you know 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)
out the rag seven
Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass what you need)
That shit
West hoo-bangin' gangstas
Compton fo'

Babeeee...