Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

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

Eeerrr...


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

And like my e-40 say:
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 with the t, so scoot
Out the of the coupe as I shoot
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just that I'm slingin
Never-be-hangin,
We be playin, fools 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 what you sayin
Cause niggas from ain't playin
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your
Mass hysteria, your gettin scarier
wanna catch the slug
But you's a mark to be a tree top thug
Can't get no respect, punk, then try this
Report your homies for domestic
For beatin your ass up and down the block
Dash, david gash, i'ma tap ass

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

I'ma tell you 'bout the time we first met
The that 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 y'all
in the center lookin like y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
me with your "p" hat
But I was off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a you love to hate
But you grab me by my and you conversate
I fell for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you stick to rappin
David blake: you as fuck!
I mack your ass like a muthafuckin
I guess that eye was too cause you still can't see me
me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, like I said before
nuthin but the ho on my dick
Little named quik
Geah, to get fucked one time
You better be callin one-time I pull out my nine
And nigga, checks
Fill your lexus full of holes as you into poles
Niggas should've just told me you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up that notorious park
(you where we from)
Can't it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.'s to write fuckin lyrics
around with the hood you get got
Nick should 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 over the with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me to act up
Cause you's a frail with no back up
Original on wax, nigga, you fake
one-time gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you wanna-be's
Go run through you
And before we kill off, the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, you figure that the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't worth a
Never had a damn eye, so many
Times, two times, three
You fall to the floor, you want no mo'
And if you wanna get with this you best to
Geah, cause tap that ass

West
Fool, you can't fuck the gangsta niggas
Uh
Ain't 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 and shit
Cause we comes a 159 nigga
True from the streets