Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I hear the words: murda murda, I a
Slug in 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 court in the street
wanna do?
I ate, it's a quarter to 8
I'm in section 8 with mc and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm ready to ride for this
done invested his life in this shit
And we losin' rather take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like some and red ends
Make you dance like
And rob you like lennox lewis
And you do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the west
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's,
parolies

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas make the world go
And down in the y-2-k
That's what 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, side is the click (yeah)
I can't get of this gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the
? ? ? ? play vibrate for humpin' section 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one
It's the heat bringer, inglewood swinger
And fuck nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color lines make dimes, it's color
And I ain't trippin' cause your rag bright as mine
Let's rock up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us our free base
I'm a go-getter, grinded till I'm rich
I stay down and and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the 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 the flashlight
off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small nigga in the backseat loc's
Tryin' to come up on cause we downer 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 for my g's, six feet below
The show, muthafuckas ride with me
There's one to live so I cops the key
upon a time in the projects with heat
Slangin' my shit: you work, you don't eat
You can take this boy out tha
But you can't the hood out a nigga
stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

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

The shit
Mc (tha criminal shit)
For ass
Ice (dumpin' out the trey)
Dumpin' out the rag
10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
That shit
West side gangstas
Compton fo'

Babeeee...