Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

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

Eeerrr...


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

And like my e-40 say:
We got a colloseum of in here
Tha eihthype
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil hawk &
Da foe

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

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

I'ma tell you the time that we first met
The story that you told was some fake
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 center lookin y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
Approached me with "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 grab me by my and you conversate
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 like a muthafuckin
I guess that eye was too cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki
Oh geah, just like I said
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my
Little named quik
Geah, to get fucked one time
You better be callin before I pull out my nine
And nigga, checks
Fill your lexus full of holes as you into poles
should've just told me that you was a mark and
I hit you up with that notorious park
(you know we from)
fade it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.'s to write your fuckin
Playin 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' with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the deuce-deuce
Don't me have to act up
you's a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original on wax, nigga, you fake
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide tape
Original compton to the t
Givin out to you fake wanna-be's
Go run right you
And before we kill off, the 'niew did it to you
talkin, fast walkin
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e gon' stand and deliver?
You worth a penny
Never had a damn eye, so many
Times, two times, three
You to the floor, you don't want no mo'
And if you wanna get with you best to dash
Geah, cause tap that ass

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