Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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

[Mr.
In the coast where the best roam, you'll get 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 grind, Killa Kali the state
All day, all night, choking the tray
Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through
Common shots tell me hot and what's not

x2]

Now my weekends are similar but never the
Me and the homies ain't particular, we the brain
Politicing the game, call a out her name
And when I'm hitting the thang I be like the frame
See I'm a in the game, Cisco is the name
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 pull an
Posted up at the towers
Overlooking the Bay, champagne after hours
offer powder, players offer pills
Money and the power, million dollar deals
Got the house on the
Hit the clubs bouncing on wheels
Hop out with thug appeal
Blow the bar up, keep guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is starving up, waiting in the alley
Who you hating on homey, better around slowly
Blinking, flashing, what this fool thinking
Too smoking, nah, too much drinking
Nah, just another, just another, Cali

x2]

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

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

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