Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

[Chorus x2: Mr.
Dancing, smoking,
Slowly
Another Cali
Dancing, smoking,
Slowly
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, with faness
Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to rock
make something bounce high as the moon
Coast with the homies, through, do what I do

[Mr.
In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your blown
Killa Kali be so you throw a vest on
We step on in blue'd up signs
For the 213 and 619 we
Westside hard grind, Killa the state
All day, all night, smoking 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 ain't particular, we getting the
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, is the name
Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast changed
trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders
Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an
Posted up at the towers
Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne hours
offer powder, players offer pills
Money and the power, making million dollar
Got the on the hills
Hit the clubs bouncing on wheels
Hop out that thug appeal
Blow the bar up, your guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is 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 the multitude ripple
The to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos
juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino
Ladies dipping banging,
High priced off blocks of calamari
on something like fish and chips
I can't fuck with, and 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
riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homiciders
We're climbers, ain't no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now up

til fade]