Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

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

Eeerrr...


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

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

I'ma hit you up the t, so better scoot
Out the sunroof of the coupe as I
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets I'm slingin
Never-be-hangin,
We don't be playin, fools at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not
from the hip (pop pop) explodin
When the 9 starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you
Cause niggas from 159th ain't
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your
Mass hysteria, bitch-ass gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the
But you's a tryin to be a tree top thug
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try
Report homies for domestic violence
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' these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit it that hard"

I'ma tell you 'bout the that we first met
The story you told was some fake bullshit
It was me and my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the o.k.
It was you and then about of y'all hangin
Standin in the center lookin like y'all was
(ain't but marks)
Approached me your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you to hate
But you me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldn't've 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 eye was too black cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki
Oh geah, just I said before
Ain't but the ho on my dick
Little named quik
Geah, quick to get fucked one
You better be callin one-time before I out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam into
Niggas should've just told me that you was a and
I wouldn't've hit you up with that park
(you know we from)
Can't it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.'s to 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 bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
No truce
Get the ass cracked the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
make me have to act up
Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you
'member gaffled, nationwide blue tape
compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you wanna-be's
Go run right you
And before we off, remember the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you that the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
You worth 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 wanna get this you best to dash
Geah, cause i'ma tap ass

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