Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round

Eihthype in the house
Mc eiht, dj
Half ounce in the house

It all in them muthafuckin streets
With the shooting up, bang
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out gangs
From they mommas to they daddies to they
Passed generations with rags in fuckin' hands
And in compton you can't deal with the hassle
Uh, living in compton one tryin' to gaffle
Uh, living in compton boy you think fast
Niggas ain't around, they'll put a slug in your ass
Never givin a fuck goin' out like
Slangin them keys, naked body on d's
Do or die is the motto we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin on your wife and kids
From every to block to park to street
You the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
One for all, all for one is how we go
make the muthafuckin hood go round

That's righ,
make the hood... geah... go
You know...

The hood done took all kinds, yeah I know
From my homies in watts to the g's in chicago
(hey what's up )
What's up? and everybody's up on the
It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, as get yo' bank
g's come in all shapes and sizes
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda
The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one
Fill they fuckin' car full of with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
And now shit outta luck
Niggas fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
Caps get with this hot ass a.k.
Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy
A place where there's a million night stalkers
Gangsta walkers, shit talkers
Throw straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)
Niggaz make the hood go round

Niggas the hood... go
You

the hood is kinda hot (say why)
Just heard one of the fuckin got shot (shit)
And we don't need it cause some shit that we just went through
At martin king guess who we ran into
The enemy, no of me, homies grab your straps (what's up? )
In the room it's time to peel some fuckin caps
And ain't no cause we already lost
The homie from the hood so asses get tossed
And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie dump
Fill they ass of holes right after we stomp
the way it happens, the way I'm sayin'
Fool, niggas from the old ain't playin (geah)
You got beef? muthafucka that's (you got beef? )
Say hello to the mutherfuckin (what's up man? )
We cap yo' ass so ya know you're down
Niggas make the mutherfuckin go round (geah)

Niggas the hood... go
You

And is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah
You know I'm saying
And you can't the mutherfuckin' bum rush
Half ounce in the house, geah
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y'know I'm
no faking homeboy
Eihthype's in bitch for the 94
Mc eiht, dj slip, bam, tha chill,
My d.u.i., lil hawk & bird
I'm sayin, geah
And is how we doin in, you know I'm sayin
And to all the real compton city g's
Yo willie, me outta here
Yeah what's up,
Eihthype's in this