Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

The nerve of the trick, the of the trick
The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the
The of the trick, I swerve with 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
with the homies, roll through, do what I do

[Mr.
In the coast the best 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 smoking the
Bombay cascades, gangster stepping blocks
Common shots me what's hot and what's not

x2]

Now my are similar but never the same
Me and the ain't particular, we getting 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 pimp in the game, is the name
Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast changed
Don't trip, we the shit, me and my all riders
Quick to scoop your main chick and go and an all-nighter
Posted up at the towers
Overlooking the Bay, popping after hours
Ladies offer powder, offer pills
Money and the power, making dollar deals
Got the house on the
Hit the clubs bouncing on wheels
Hop out that thug appeal
the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is hard up, waiting in the alley
Who you hating on homey, turn around slowly
Blinking, start flashing, this fool thinking
Too smoking, nah, too much drinking
Nah, another, just another, Cali weekend

x2]

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

[Mr.
We military 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 homey Kurupt, now up

til fade]