Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round

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

It all in them muthafuckin streets
With the shooting up, bang
From the quiet neighbourhoods to loc'd out compton gangs
From they mommas to they daddies to they
Passed generations with in they fuckin' hands
And living in you can't deal with the hassle
Uh, living in compton one tryin' to gaffle
Uh, living in compton boy you better think
Niggas fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
Never givin a goin' out like geez
them keys, jackin 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 cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass 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 under all kinds, yeah I know
From my down in watts to the g's in chicago
(hey up homeboy? )
What's up? and up on the gank
It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, as get yo' bank
Real g's come in all and sizes
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all surprises
The of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
Fill fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
And now your outta luck
Niggas ain't around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
get peeled with this hot ass a.k.
Ain't no cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
A place where about a million night stalkers
Gangsta walkers, shit talkers
Throw your straps in the air you hear the sound (yeah)
Niggaz make the hood go round

Niggas the hood... go
You

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

Niggas the hood... go
You

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