Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I hear the words: murda murda, I a
in your burden brain
Niggas of me
From here to
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, it's a to 8
I'm in section 8 mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm ready to for this shit
Muthafucka done invested his in this shit
And we ain't losin' rather take a chance
And ? ? house like some blue and red ends
Make you dance like
And we'll rob you lennox lewis
And you can't do to us (nuthin')
my life with the west rollies
A few of 'em still gangbangin in 40's, what
Violatin

[ice cube, mack 10 &

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

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west is the click (yeah)
I can't get of this gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the
? ? ? ? some vibrate for humpin' section 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' one shades
the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
And fuck every that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color lines make dimes, color blind
And I ain't 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 go-getter, grinded till I'm rich
I down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the together
It's iii tha hood way and forever, what

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons three strikes (yeah)
Three times 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on as I bumps the flashlight
off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small in the backseat with loc's
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we at last
Gun smoke, my 8's start to spittin'
Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo'
Put work for my g's, six feet below
The murda show, muthafuckas ride me
one life to live so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the with heat
my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
You can take this boy out tha
But you can't the hood out a nigga
Hand 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 know how tha we do it)
Iii tha hood way (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
(geah)

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

Babeeee...