Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

[Chorus x2: Mr.
Dancing, smoking,
Slowly
Cali weekend
Dancing, smoking,
blinking
Another weekend

The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the
The of the trick, the nerve of the trick
The of the trick, I swerve with the trick
Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial with
Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick
I'ma make bounce high as the moon
Coast with the homies, roll through, do I do

[Mr.
In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your chest
Killa Kali be so strange you a vest on
We step on in blue'd up flashing
For the 213 and 619 we
Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the
All day, all night, smoking the tray
Bombay cascades, stepping through blocks
Common shots me what's hot and what's not

x2]

Now my are similar but never the same
Me and the ain't particular, we getting the brain
Politicing the game, call a out her name
And when I'm the thang I be like ripping the frame
See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the
Me and the homies smoking, the West ain't changed
Don't trip, we the shit, me and my clique all
Quick to scoop your main chick and go and an all-nighter
Posted up at the towers
the Bay, popping champagne after hours
Ladies offer powder, players offer
Money and the power, making million deals
Got the on the hills
Hit the bouncing on chrome wheels
Hop out with that thug
Blow the bar up, your guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is starving up, waiting in the alley
Who you hating on homey, turn around slowly
Blinking, start flashing, what this fool
Too much smoking, nah, too much
Nah, just another, another, Cali weekend

x2]

Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, simple
They make a few 'cause it multiplies the multitude ripple
The to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos
Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, and Chino
dipping banging, Shalamar
High lizards off blocks of calamari
Eating on something fish and chips
I can't fuck with, and is something you just can't fuck with
up Shadow

[Mr.
We military fools
shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes
No excuse, we all
Westside riders, g'd up is how you'll us homiciders
chart climbers, ain't no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now up

til fade]