Luyện nghe bài hát Bounce To This

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

[ C ]
So
Should a nigga pick a
I think I squat to the house for the gat, I us back some indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I I'm gonna
to the back and bust a cap
And watch yo niggas scat
See, it be on on my
We poppin a cop a glock
Even them young niggas shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our
By burnin cops like chopper
So ah - you can an ounce to this (biatch)
While my on the run smoke a stog 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, a bitch a crack sack
And a fat smack the muthafuckin nut sack
And back 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 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 gets his mug on and mack on, but
On any day we can get em up or em up
Havin that ass bounce times while my nigga's schoolin ya

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

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

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