Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I hear the words: murda, I concern a
in your burden brain
Niggas of me
here to eternity
Fuck 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 done his life in this shit
And we ain't rather take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like blue and red ends
you dance like holyfield
And rob you like lennox lewis
And you do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the rollies
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's,
parolies

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas the world go round
And stayin' down in the
That's what say
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't
Eiht, and mack: iii tha hood way, geah
I said...

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, side is the click (yeah)
I can't get enough of this shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' 8
I g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one
It's the heat bringer, king inglewood
And fuck every nigga that a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No lines make dimes, it's color blind
And I ain't trippin' cause rag ain't bright as mine
Let's t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper and let us smoke our free base
I'm a straight go-getter, till I'm rich
I stay down and dirty and screamin' a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don off the hook together
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever,

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons three strikes (yeah)
Three times equal 9's, khakis and
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 cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my 8's start 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, muthafuckas ride me
There's one life to live so I the key
Once upon a time in the projects with
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
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 hood way ye-yey (you how tha fuck we do it)
Iii tha hood way (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
(geah)

The shit
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...