Luyện nghe bài hát Bounce To This

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

[ C ]
So
Should a nigga pick a
I think I squat to the for the gat, I bring us back some indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm
Step to the back and a cap
And watch yo niggas scat
See, it be on on my
We poppin a cop with a
Even them young niggas shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, our propers
By burnin cops ???? chopper
So ah - you can smoke an ounce to (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 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 in a battle
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 warrant niggas on the run
the B-l-a to the c to the k
A from that there city by the Bay
A who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or em up
Havin that ass bounce three 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 still ain't learned they lesson
So we continue to make hits while you keep guessin
Our style, our flavor
But don't you even if you can't cater
To the needs of people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin
But 2 in Frisco hats and Nike shoes can
And no one told me but I know I'm major
Cause all these punk hoes that's for callin on my
But I just sit back and chop my like a ounce
And make yo trunk a trampoline and watch my song bounce

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Yeah, '94 and I'm back on the spot
72 class 455
Straight down the [street name] windows up, full of contact
Me and my niggas just got through a twamp sack
I'm rollin around as fuck gurpin off some right
I hit the liquor to get a 40 of St. Ides
Forty ounces, I bounce back to the name]
Hella took and a nigga fit to be mo' off
I hit a cut and parked in shade
Seen my nigga Baldhead walkin the street, he said, "I got a fade"
He jumped in fo' sacks of indo
He up the dank as I hit the 4-0
He said, "Let's and get up out the View
Because in the View really 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 village
In Frisco where the gold thangs spinnin"
You got niggas Fillmore and Hunters Point
Who quick to smoke that ass just like a
But niggas set-trippin, just keep on dippin
Stand away from player-haters who bitches
Cause niggas where I come from don't hoes
If you ain't givin no ass up, well, yo ass on

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