Luyện nghe bài hát Iii Tha Hood Way

[ice
When I the words: murda murda, I concern a
Slug in your burden
Niggas of me
here to eternity
Fuck hell I can feel the earth burn in me
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
We can court in the street
wanna do?
I just ate, it's a to 8
I'm in section 8 with mc and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm to ride for this shit
done invested his life in this shit
And we ain't rather take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your like some blue and red ends
Make you dance holyfield
And we'll rob you lennox lewis
And you do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
my life with the west rollies
A few of 'em gangbangin in they 40's, what
parolies

[ice cube, mack 10 &

Gangstas the world go round
And down in the y-2-k
That's they say
It's hoo-bang and we don't play
Eiht, cube and iii tha hood way, geah
I said...

10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the (yeah)
I can't get enough of gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 the shores and the skate
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when late
my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
It's the heat bringer, king swinger
And fuck every nigga that a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color lines make dimes, it's blind
And I ain't trippin' your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's rock up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our base
I'm a go-getter, grinded till I'm rich
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever,

Chorus...

Three niggas, three time felons three strikes (yeah)
Three times equal 9's, khakis and
Roll on as I bumps the flashlight
off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small in the backseat with loc's
Tryin' to come up on cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's to spittin'
Put the hood I scream loud, a fuck who I'm hittin'
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo'
Put they work for my g's, six below
The murda show, muthafuckas ride me
one life to live so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the projects heat
my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
You can take boy out tha hood
But you can't the hood out a nigga
stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

[cube &
Iii tha way ye-yey (fo' sho')
Iii tha way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
Iii tha hood way (you know how tha fuck we do it)
Iii tha hood way (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
(geah)

The compton
Mc (tha criminal shit)
For ass
Ice (dumpin' out the trey)
Dumpin' out the rag
10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
That thug
West side gangstas
fo' life

Babeeee...