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, watch it, Doggystyle is
And there'll be no waitin'
You might be shootin', de place
If eedyot disrespectin', now

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

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

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

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

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

as a cheetah when I'm catchin' ya
I betcha I let ya escape, face the real on point
They're to kill, beyond the violated area
When the smoke clears the area whether I'm or at home
I blaze the zag or the bone again 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
my respect, respect is what I've given
So respect is I expect
The got me driven to the point of no return
So the streets I roam don't chrome to the dome
Of this flack 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
we bust, I let loose this is pre-meditated dick-up
To all the busters that jealous and it, but can't fade it
they every attempt they fail, oh well consequences get suffered
I put pressure on sucker motherfuckers the is crisp
The is this, I gotta plot 'em on a mash for my chips
Get in my way and get on
I'm stompin', steppin', my projectile weapon

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

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

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

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