Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry

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

Now follow me in the depths of my mind
Think how many plots blossoms to how many
I'm my asphyxiated from beginnin' broke
And the bombast smoke 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 bulls out in Philly, 'cause all they is Phillies
With these bitches out for a niggaz riches

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

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

My mind-state days 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 'em at my best
For the fact with contact, we the block entourage
We drop bombs and we known to calm down the beast

And the rest of the jungle mistreat
Any MC tryin' to fuck 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 fade us
Shady-ass niggaz can't stand to ya
the Tek connects to ya

Swift as a cheetah when I'm ya
I betcha I won't let ya escape, the real on point
trained to kill, beyond 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 they get lit and blown

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

Run, or the click, damn that shit that you get hit with
When we bust, I let loose this is dick-up
To all the busters that jealous and hate it, but fade it
With they every attempt they fail, oh consequences get suffered
I put pressure on motherfuckers the bill is crisp
The deal is this, I gotta plot 'em on a mash for my
Get in my way and get on
I'm stompin', steppin', my projectile weapon

With subjects all subject to harm, when I 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 form to the max
Defeatin' and deletin' set backs
We wax tracks and up MC's who compose the violence

drama, with no parental guidance
Eyes deceived, somethin' 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 call crew
And who, wants to compete Techniec
Conflict will be

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

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