Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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
left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock
I'ma make something high as the moon
Coast with the homies, roll through, do I do

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

x2]

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

x2]

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

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

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