Luyện nghe bài hát Fuc Your Hood

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

I a fuck where you from
Could give a mad fuck about your hood
Keep hittin' me up and get tore up from the floor up (ping)
You fake 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 the fuckin street
I see you a busta so I start to (right)
Cause if you was a g you would stood yo' ground uh
But geah it's kinda difficult to
Your ground them killers got a strap in his hand
Point it at yo' dome cause you got that color on
You better be hitting that gate real or be a shot up ass
But i'ma still hit your block with it
I give a about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
So don't dumb
And don't act when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)

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

On a mission down boulevard (geah)
Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they bustas)
They some (that's right)
And not to mention
My is on my hat if them fools payed attention (west side)
on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)
Peep out the corner of my eye through the smoke
But what do you know it's another story
Some fools 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
2 slugs in the side of their door
And probably tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You don't remember me? I remember you!
and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop
Now take 2 to your
And don't look dumb when we nigga fuck where you from uh

Chorus...

Desert in the stash and we swervin'
Me, bam, chill, little bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six to the party
out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah)
Leave the straps in the truck cause goin pat down
We steps in with evil looks, you scatter clown (geah what up)
nuthin but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers what is you for? (geah)
I guess time to start thumpin'
up to the truck
Come back with the mac and baby dumpin'
You gone catch slugs and watch this
Scenes like some
Niggas in the
But I we got to of y'all
For all y'all, the funeral
I don't give a damn where you from nigga,