Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry

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

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

Now really, will he slip or trip
A big shout out, to my niggaz in Darby
I spits the vocabulary to sinks MC's ships
With my nocturnal vibes and clips
I got a click, that'll hit you a thousand volts
The homies catchin' robberies and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit hit like that
Listen and get elevated off the verbal

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

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

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

Swift as a when I'm catchin' ya
I betcha I won't let ya escape, face the real on
They're trained to kill, beyond the violated
When the smoke clears the whether I'm toast or at home
I blaze the zag or the bone once another zone is gone
try to step they 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 respect is what I
The money got me driven to the point of no
So the streets I roam catch chrome to the dome
Of this flack black 45 glock gat, gun, or pistol
Whistle, and watch all my homeboys

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

subjects all subject to harm, when I swarm through
Who about the real deal I conceal?
And still, can you feel, the topic of the situation is trust
No hoe is a
If I bust my constructs to form knowledge to the max
Defeatin' and elevation set backs
We wax tracks and smack up MC's who compose the

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

So how you speak
And what you say when I
acts that's bomb to ya, suffer from insomnia
And I'ma, gonna be for you
So please be on the for the Doggystyle Crew
Watch out

It's a sucker MC cookout
Look out, out now
Yeah, bad self, watch out