Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of that thug
gangstas in the house
Representin' for the
one time
Check out, uh

Hoo-bangin' in the
We do it like this
in the house
For all the thug niggas out
ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid one...
me out

Somebody help me out the
Cause there's things I just can't let go, uh
My takes a twirl
Lord, I try to cope with it, but I fucks the world!
nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash
But then awaken to the of late nite gun blasts
My moms my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot ones echo the window
Damn, why the fuck - my block
Graffiti lookin' and niggas who slangin' rock
Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, mike
Unless was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make dough
So he can up from a caddy and dumps the pinto
So everybody in the can cops the lleyo
And I can the cash flow

Life ain't nuthin' but and hot nines
hoes, keepin hid from one-time
You got your uh, I got mine
Takin you back to the of '89

Pops money in lines from out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way past
Better they be on the look out for head lights
Or get caught up in a twist of a long goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid the cavi I clock
When I roam the hard knocks are the down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas trip
With a year-old and a bag full of grips
Still dips the hood, stay is what they tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I deal
With the pressures from the hood the mentality to kill
Protects me and my kids next, real
Jealous-ass cause y'all gots no skrill
Time will
I be if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal

Chorus...

Now I in late nite spots and clock chips
With a bag of chips eatin loaded up clips
out for the knock at the do'
Throw your money the mail and pick up the damn blow
Quickly now, don't let the show
Or I'm hitted to the spot the moon don't blow
Life's a bitch, life's not a
Life's too for my ass to try to chance
Last place niggas get for the fuckin dollars
Have your ass on g.r. I dip impalas
Blue-collar niggas to white-collar fools
But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know rules
Pay ya dues, stay true to the
Get your money, man, fo' sho' my heat
Told by the g'z talk is cheap
But y'all know the days I'm in too deep

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' in the house,
You the fuck we regulate
For all the niggas out there
Thug niggas on the
Compton to the
Hoo-bangin' I die, nigga
Check out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the