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
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 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 a penitentiary chance
And ? ? house like some blue and red ends
Make you dance like
And we'll rob you like lennox
And you can't do to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the west
A few of 'em still in they 40's, what
parolies

[ice cube, 10 & eiht]

Gangstas make the world go
And down in the y-2-k
That's what say
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we play
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way,
I said...

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the (yeah)
I can't get enough of this gangsta
So I my 5-7 down the shores and the skate
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when late
With my bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
It's the heat bringer, inglewood swinger
And fuck every nigga that a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color make dimes, it's color blind
And I trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our base
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 hook
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever,

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons with three (yeah)
times equal 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on as I bumps the flashlight
Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's
Small nigga in the backseat with
Tryin' to up on cash cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's to spittin'
Put the hood I scream loud, a fuck who I'm hittin'
side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
Put work for my g's, six feet below
The murda show, ride with me
There's one life to so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the with heat
Slangin' my you don't work, you don't eat
You can this boy out tha hood
But you can't take the hood out a
Hand on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

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

Babeeee...