Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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

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

x2]

Now my weekends are similar but the same
Me and the homies particular, we getting the brain
the game, call a chick out her name
And I'm hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame
See I'm a pimp in the game, is the name
Me and the smoking, the West Coast ain't changed
Don't trip, we the shit, me and my all riders
Quick to scoop main chick and go and pull an all-nighter
Posted up at the 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 that thug
the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is starving hard up, in the alley
Who you hating on homey, better turn slowly
Blinking, start flashing, what this fool
Too much smoking, nah, too drinking
Nah, just another, another, Cali weekend

x2]

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

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

til fade]