Luyện nghe bài hát Bounce To This

[ Mr. Cee ]
Well, a little dose
From the of the group you like the most
Straight from the City, West Coast
somethin up my sleeve
It's just my pep talk about these niggas who be
About these niggas who be trippin about niggas, oh my God, they done failed
Each one of some victims with some jaws that got swelled
With a hard from the steel-toed boots
Cause mama always said, "Boy, put feet to use"
And get mad cause we won't flip-flop
Cause RBL's just like a truck no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like
Cause we ain't comin corny some of you Frosted Flakes

[ C ]
So
Should a pick a hoe?
I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm
Step to the back and a cap
And watch yo 'real-ass' scat
See, it be on on my
We a cop with a glock
Even them young givin shots
We gives a fuck a copper, gettin our propers
By burnin cops ???? chopper
So ah - you can an ounce to this (biatch)
While my niggas on the run smoke a and all bounce to this

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We go front, back, to side
"While you muthafuckas bounce to this" (Snoop Doggy)

[ C ]
So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack
And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut
And back in a battle
I'm a rattle snake, I don't fake
one cap out the eight in my gun
Run, you get stunned, I'm for fun
I'm a warrant havin niggas on the run
the B-l-a to the c to the k
A nigga from that city by the Bay
A nigga who his mug on and mack on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or em up
Havin that ass three times while my nigga's schoolin ya

[ Mr. Cee ]
like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bang
It was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a thang
But niggas still ain't learned lesson
So we continue to hits while you suckers keep guessin
Our style, our flavor
But don't you trip if you can't cater
To the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em
But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike can
And no one me but I know I'm goin major
Cause all these hoes that's for callin on my pager
But I just sit back and my beats like a ounce
And make yo trunk like a and watch my song bounce

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Yeah, it's '94 and I'm back on the
72 455 block
Straight mashin down the [street name] up, full of contact
Me and my just got through burnin a twamp sack
I'm rollin high as fuck gurpin off some right
I hit the store to get a 40 of St. Ides
Forty ounces, I bounce back to the [street
Hella took and a nigga fit to be mo' off
I hit a cut and parked in some
my nigga Baldhead walkin down the street, he said, "I got a fade"
He in with fo' sacks of indo
He twisted up the as I hit the 4-0
He said, "Let's and get up out the View
Because in the really ain't nothin to do"
Off to the O, see some hoes before we hit the
5 in a 5 Ac, see where we stay
I said, "Baby, I'm from the village
In Frisco where the thangs keep spinnin"
You got niggas from Fillmore and Hunters
Who quick to smoke ass just like a joint
But niggas ain't set-trippin, keep on dippin
Stand from player-haters who save bitches
Cause niggas where I from don't save hoes
If you givin no ass up, well, bounce yo ass on

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