Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

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

Eeerrr...


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

And like my nigga say:
We got a of muthafuckas in here
Tha thugs
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 coupe as I
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm
Never-be-hangin,
We don't be playin, runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop)
When the 9 starts unloadin
You better be watchin you sayin
Cause from 159th ain't playin
Trey's and 4's and houses hittin your block
Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass scarier
Don't catch the slug
But you's a mark tryin to be a top thug
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try
your homies for domestic violence
For beatin your ass up and down the block
Dash, david gash, i'ma tap ass

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

I'ma you 'bout the time that we first met
The story that you was some fake bullshit
It was me and my pal
The scene was like the at the o.k. coral
It was you and then about of y'all hangin
Standin in the 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 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 started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you stick to rappin
David you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass like a truck
I that eye was too black cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your bikini
Oh geah, like I said before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my
Little trick quik
Geah, to get fucked one time
You better be one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill your full of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas should've just told me you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up with notorious park
(you know we from)
Can't it, better fear it
Got one of little b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
Playin around with the you get got
Nick name should be for that eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who wrote rap
My nigga boom bam slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked over the dome the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't me have to act up
you's a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide blue
compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you wanna-be's
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 gon' stand and deliver?
You worth 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 get with this you best to dash
Geah, cause i'ma tap ass

West
Fool, you can't with 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 can't with these killas
So the fuck back
And rounds up your little homies and
we comes a 159 deep nigga
True blue the streets