Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

[o dawg from menace ii
"oh nigga what!
Word got back about the little marks who you!
I know where be kickin it at
with a 187? "

Eeerrr...


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

And like my nigga say:
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in
Tha eihthype
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil hawk &
Da foe

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

[o from menace ii society]
"now we just gon' find these little marks and 'em
Shit it ain't hard"

I'ma you 'bout the time that we first met
The that you told was some fake bullshit
It was me and my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the o.k.
It was you and then about five of hangin
Standin in the lookin like y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
me with your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see
But I'm I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to
David blake: you as fuck!
I mack ass like a muthafuckin truck
I guess that eye was too cause you still can't see me
me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my
Little trick quik
Geah, to get fucked one time
You better be callin one-time before I out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill your lexus of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas should've just told me that you was a and
I wouldn't've hit you up with notorious park
(you where we from)
Can't fade it, fear it
Got one of your b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
Playin with the hood you get got
Nick name be spot for that eye you got
You and that muthafucka who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam gon' with the trey-five strap
No truce
Get the ass cracked the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me to act up
you's a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you
'member gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original compton to the t
Givin out to you fake wanna-be's
Go run through you
And we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e wasn't stand and deliver?
You ain't a penny
Never had a damn eye, dotted so
Times, two times, times
You to the floor, you don't want no mo'
And if you wanna get with you best to dash
Geah, i'ma tap that ass

West
Fool, you can't with the gangsta niggas
Uh
Ain't but the new style, you know?
I likes that, 'the new for that ass
9 to the fizive-0,
You can't fuck with these
So stay the back
And rounds up little homies and shit
we comes a 159 deep nigga
True from the streets