Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

[o dawg from menace ii
"oh guess what!
Word got about the little marks who jacked you!
I where they be kickin it at
Down a 187? "

Eeerrr...


In the house, fool
For the 9 to the
The eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin

And like my nigga e-40
We got a of muthafuckas in here
Tha thugs
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil & bird
Da foe

I'ma hit you up the t, so better scoot
Out the sunroof of the as I shoot
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm
Never-be-hangin,
We be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not
from the hip (pop pop) explodin
When the 9 mill starts
You better be what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th ain't
Trey's and 4's and start hittin your block
Mass hysteria, your gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the
But you's a mark tryin to be a top thug
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try
Report your homies for violence
For beatin your bitch ass up and the block
Dash, david gash, i'ma tap ass

[o dawg menace ii society]
"now we just gon' find these marks and smoke 'em
it ain't that hard"

I'ma tell you the time that we first met
The story that you was some fake bullshit
It was me and my pal
The was like the showdown at the o.k. coral
It was you and then about five of hangin
Standin in the center lookin y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
Approached me your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I see that
But I'm I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you
I fell for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes dotted, you best stick to rappin
David blake: you as fuck!
I mack your ass like a muthafuckin
I guess that eye was too black cause you still see me
Servin me a in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just I said before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my
Little named quik
Geah, quick to get one time
You be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, checks
Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam into
Niggas should've just told me that you was a and
I wouldn't've hit you up with that park
(you know we from)
Can't fade it, better it
Got one of your b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
Playin around with the you get got
Nick name should be spot for eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who your rap
My boom bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked over the dome the fuckin deuce-deuce
make me have to act up
Cause you's a frail with no back up
bangin on wax, nigga, you fake
'member gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original compton to the t
Givin out slugs to you wanna-be's
Go run right you
And before we kill off, remember the did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you figure the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't worth a
had a damn eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, three
You fall to the floor, you don't no mo'
And if you wanna get this you best to dash
Geah, cause tap that ass

side
Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta
Uh
nuthin but the new style, you know?
I likes that, new style' for that ass
9 to the fizive-0,
You can't with these killas
So the fuck back
And rounds up your little homies and
Cause we comes a 159 deep
True blue the streets