Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry

Watch it, it, Daz is comin'
And there'll be no more
Watch it, it, Kurupt is comin'
And there'll be no waitin'
Watch it, it, Doggystyle is comin'
And be no more waitin'
You be shootin', inna de place
If eedyot disrespectin', now

Now follow me deep in the depths of my
Think how many blossoms to how many times
I'm sedatin' my asphyxiated from broke
And the bombast weed that'll make a nigga choke
To my loc's way down in the Valley
To my in the Pound from L.A. and the Beach
To my out in Philly, 'cause all they smoke is Phillies
With these silly-ass bitches out for a niggaz

Now really, will he ever slip or
A big shout out, to my in Darby Twip
I the vocabulary to sinks MC's like ships
With my nocturnal vibes and editorial
I got a click, hit you like a thousand volts
The homies catchin' cases and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit might hit that
and get elevated off the verbal contact

When a nigga strive for his he can't stop
Gotta get
Now when a nigga gotta mash for his he stop
get somewhere

My mind-state these days make the average nigga
Hurt 'em in the worst way, put it for myself
Put 'em to rest, confess,
'em a cap and destroy 'em at my best
For the simple with contact, we the block entourage
We drop bombs and we known to calm the savage beast

And the of the jungle I'll mistreat
Any MC tryin' to with D-A-Z
I represent it to the fullest, it be a verbal massacre
In ninety-six, a different approach on shit
I got the flavor, and I'm
Busta-ass can't stop us, and can't fade us
Shady-ass niggaz stand next to ya
the Tek connects to ya

Swift as a cheetah I'm catchin' ya
I betcha I won't let ya escape, face the real on
They're trained to kill, the violated area
When the smoke clears the area I'm toast or at home
I blaze the zag or the bone again another zone is gone
MC's try to step get lit and blown

At the end the lights go out so before do
I'm a L B C on through, true
Demandin' my respect, respect is what given
So is what I expect
The money got me driven to the point of no
So the streets I roam don't catch to the dome
Of flack black 45 caliber glock gat, gun, or pistol
Whistle, and all my homeboys come

Run, or the click, damn that shit that you get hit with
When we bust, I let loose is pre-meditated dick-up
To all the busters jealous and hate it, but can't fade it
With they every attempt they fail, oh well consequences get
I put pressure on motherfuckers the bill is crisp
The deal is this, I plot 'em on a mash for my chips
Get in my way and get on
I'm stompin', steppin', with my weapon

With subjects all subject to harm, I swarm through
Who knew about the real I conceal?
And still, can you feel, the topic of the whole is trust
No hoe is a
If I bust my brain constructs to knowledge to the max
and deletin' elevation set backs
We wax tracks and smack up who compose the violence

Bringin' drama, with no guidance
Eyes went deceived, up my sleeve to intrigue
And MC's will be G's also D P G's and, L B C's
When we do the do to you so go your crew
And who, wants to compete Techniec
will be verbal

So watch how you
And what you say I display
Sleepless acts that's bomb to ya, from insomnia
And I'ma, be comin' for you
So be on the lookout for the Doggystyle Crew
Watch out

a sucker MC barbecue cookout
Look out, out now
Yeah, witcha bad self, out