Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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

[Mr.
In the coast where the roam, you'll get your chest blown
Killa be so strange you throw a vest on
We step on in up flashing signs
For the 213 and 619 we
Westside hard grind, Killa the state
All day, all night, choking the tray
Bombay cascades, gangster through blocks
Common shots tell me what's hot and not

x2]

Now my weekends are similar but never the
Me and the homies ain't particular, we getting the
Politicing the game, call a out her name
And when I'm hitting the thang I be ripping the frame
See I'm a pimp in the game, is the name
Me and the homies smoking, the Coast ain't changed
trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders
Quick to your main chick and go and pull an all-nighter
up at the twin towers
Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after
Ladies offer powder, players offer
Money and the power, making dollar deals
Got the house on the
Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome
Hop out with thug appeal
Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in
my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the alley
Who you hating on homey, better around slowly
Blinking, start flashing, what this thinking
Too much smoking, nah, too drinking
Nah, another, just another, Cali weekend

x2]

Out we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simple
They a few 'cause together it multiplies the multitude ripple
The sides to stabilize the Cripple,
Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and
Ladies dipping banging,
High priced lizards off blocks of
Eating on something like fish and
I can't fuck with, and this is something you just can't with
up Shadow

[Mr.
We military minded
With shaved heads, baggy and tattooes
No excuse, we all
Westside riders, g'd up is how find us homiciders
We're climbers, ain't no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the Kurupt, now what's up

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