Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

[o dawg from ii society]
"oh nigga what!
Word got back about the marks who jacked you!
I know they be kickin it at
Down with a "

Eeerrr...


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

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

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

[o dawg from menace ii
"now we just gon' find these little marks and 'em
Shit it that hard"

I'ma tell you 'bout the time we first met
The story that you told was some fake
It was me and my pal
The scene was the showdown at the o.k. coral
It was you and then about five of hangin
Standin in the center lookin like was bangin
(ain't but marks)
Approached me with "p" hat
But I was off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you
I fell for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to
David you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass a muthafuckin truck
I guess that eye was too black cause you still see me
Servin me a drink in khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my
trick named quik
Geah, to get fucked one time
You better be callin one-time I pull out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill your full of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas should've just me that you was a mark 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 with the hood you get got
Nick name should be spot for eye you got
You and that fake who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked over the with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me to act up
Cause you's a frail muthafucka no back up
Original on wax, nigga, you fake
'member gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original compton to the t
Givin out slugs to you fake
Go run through you
And before we kill off, remember the did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e wasn't gon' and deliver?
You ain't worth a
Never had a eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, times
You fall to the floor, you want no mo'
And if you wanna get with you best to dash
Geah, i'ma tap that ass

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