Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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 with the
Calicos, out to Moe's, with faness
Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to rock
I'ma make something bounce as the moon
with the homies, roll through, do what I do

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

x2]

Now my are similar but never the same
Me and the ain't particular, we getting the brain
Politicing the game, a chick out her name
And when I'm the thang I be like ripping the frame
See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the
Me and the homies smoking, the West ain't changed
trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders
Quick to scoop your chick and go and pull an all-nighter
Posted up at the twin
Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after
offer powder, players offer pills
Money and the power, making million dollar
Got the on the hills
Hit the bouncing on chrome wheels
Hop out that thug appeal
the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali
'cause my G's is starving up, waiting in the alley
Who you hating on homey, better turn around
Blinking, start flashing, this fool thinking
Too smoking, nah, too much drinking
Nah, another, just another, Cali weekend

x2]

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

[Mr.
We minded fools
shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes
No excuse, we all
Westside riders, g'd up is how you'll find us
We're chart climbers, no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now up

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