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 Frisco City, West
somethin up my sleeve
It's just my pep about these niggas who be trippin
About these niggas who be trippin these niggas, oh my God, they done failed
Each one of them's some victims some jaws that got swelled
With a hard blow from the steel-toed
Cause mama said, "Boy, put them feet to use"
And don't get mad cause we won't
RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like the Tiger you know our shit is like great
Cause we ain't comin like 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 some indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I I'm gonna
to the back and bust a cap
And yo 'real-ass' niggas scat
See, it be on on my
We poppin a cop a glock
Even young niggas givin shots
We a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers
By burnin like ???? chopper
So ah - you can an ounce to this (biatch)
While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to

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

[ C ]
So knick-knack-patty-wack, a bitch a crack sack
And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut
And bust back in a
I'm like a rattle snake, I don't
one cap out the eight in my gun
Run, you get stunned, I'm for fun
I'm like a havin niggas on the run
the B-l-a to the c to the k
A nigga from there city by the Bay
A nigga who gets his mug on and on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or em up
Havin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's 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 a known thang
But still ain't learned they lesson
So we continue to make hits while you suckers keep
Our style, our flavor
But don't you trip if you can't cater
To the needs of people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin
But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike can
And no one told me but I I'm goin major
Cause all punk hoes that's for callin on my pager
But I just sit and chop my beats like a ounce
And yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song bounce

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

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