Luyện nghe bài hát Dayz of '89

Some of thug shit
Hoo-bangin' in the house
Representin' for the
Compton one
this out, uh

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

Somebody help me out the
Cause there's things I just can't let go, uh
My mind a twirl
Lord, I try to cope it, but I scream: fucks the world!
Young nigga 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 it's - my
Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who rock
Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, fuck
Unless mike was on the corner with a at night
Gettin harrassed by the cops he's tryin' to make some dough
So he can push up a caddy and dumps the pinto
So everybody in the hood can the lleyo
And I can the cash flow

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

Pops sendin money in from out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way eight
Better be on the look out for dark head lights
Or get up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin with the cavi I clock
When I roam the hard are the court down block
tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip
With a year-old cutlass and a bag of grips
Still dips the hood, true is what they tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina fail me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can't
With the pressures from the hood the mentality to kill
Protects me and my next, that's real
bitches cause y'all gots no skrill
Time will
I be damned if I let y'all stop my next meal

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' in the house,
You know the fuck we
For all the niggas out there
niggas on the block
Compton to the
Hoo-bangin' till I die,
Check out

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' to the