Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

Mc eiht and chill up in bitch
The eihthype up in this bitch, geah
Compton in bitch
And we running this shit last year my friend, geah
The killers, it out

I a fuck where you from
give a mad fuck about your hood sign
Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the up (ping)
You niggas need to peep
You gone get hit talking that shit get yo' lip split
I reach my seat for the heat
I bust a u-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the street
I see you a so I start to clown (right)
Cause if you was a g you would have yo' ground uh
But it's kinda difficult to stand
ground when them killers got a strap in his hand
Point it at yo' dome cause you got that color on
You better be that gate real fast or be a shot up ass
But still hit your block with it cocked
I give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 dumpin (geah)
So don't look
And don't act dumb when we come nigga, where you from uh (geah)

nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right)
Ain't but the killers on that side (that's right)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the
Strapped with

On a mission down boulevard (geah)
Some niggas rolling up slow too hard (they some bustas)
They some (that's right)
And geah not to
My hood is on my hat if them fools attention (west side)
on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)
Peep out the of my eye through the endo smoke
But what do you know it's another story
Some done slipped and entered the wrong territory
I fools about hitting me up with they signs
I I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9
Pump 2 in the side of their door
And they tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You don't me? well I remember you!
When and crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop
Now 2 to your dome
And don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck you from uh

Chorus...

eagle in the stash and we swervin'
Me, bam, chill, little bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six to the party
Putting out hits on like mr. gotti (geah)
the straps in the truck cause they'll goin pat down
We steps in with looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)
Ain't but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers what is you starin' (geah)
I guess it's to start thumpin'
up to the truck
Come back the mac and baby start dumpin'
You gone catch some and watch this
Scenes like some
in the mist
But I we got to of y'all
For all y'all, the funeral
I give a damn where you from nigga, geah