Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the
The nerve of the trick, the of the trick
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 something bounce high as the moon
Coast the homies, roll through, do what I do

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

x2]

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

x2]

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

[Mr.
We military 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 homey Kurupt, now up

til fade]