Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

[o from menace ii society]
"oh nigga what!
Word got back the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be 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 say:
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in
Tha eihthype
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil & bird
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 best not
Fast from the hip (pop pop)
When the 9 mill unloadin
You be watchin what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th ain't
Trey's and 4's and houses hittin your block
Mass hysteria, bitch-ass gettin scarier
wanna catch the slug
But you's a mark tryin to be a top thug
Can't get no respect, punk, then try this
Report your for domestic violence
For your bitch ass up and down the block
Dash, gash, i'ma tap that ass

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

I'ma tell you 'bout the time we first met
The story you told 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
in the center lookin like y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
Approached me your "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 and you conversate
I shouldn't've for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you stick to rappin
David you fake as fuck!
I your ass like a muthafuckin truck
I guess that eye was too cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki
Oh geah, like I said before
nuthin but the ho on my dick
Little trick quik
Geah, quick to get fucked one
You better be callin one-time before I out my nine
And nigga, checks
Fill your lexus full of as you slam into poles
Niggas should've just told me that you was a and
I wouldn't've hit you up with that park
(you where we from)
Can't fade it, fear it
Got one of your b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
around with the hood you get got
Nick should be spot for that eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who wrote rap
My nigga boom bam gon' slap with the strap
No truce
Get the ass cracked over the dome the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't me have to act up
Cause a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide tape
compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you fake
Go run right you
And before we off, remember the 'niew did it to you
talkin, fast walkin
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't a penny
Never had a eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, three
You to the floor, you don't want no mo'
And if you get with this you best to dash
Geah, cause tap that ass

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