Luyện nghe bài hát Bounce To This

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

[ C ]
So
Should a nigga pick a
I I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm
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 them young 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 muthafuckas to this" (Snoop Doggy Doggy)

[ C ]
So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a a crack sack
And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut
And bust in a battle
I'm a rattle snake, I don't fake
Bust one cap out the 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 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 ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya

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

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

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