Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

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

Eeerrr...


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

And my nigga 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 with the t, so 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 be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop)
the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you
Cause niggas from 159th ain't
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin block
hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier
Don't wanna 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, gash, i'ma tap that ass

[o dawg menace ii society]
"now we just find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit it ain't 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 five of hangin
Standin in the center like y'all was bangin
(ain't but marks)
me with your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to
But you me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldn't've fell for it, I started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you best to rappin
blake: you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass like a truck
I guess that eye was too black you still can't see me
me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I said
Ain't but the ho on my dick
trick named quik
Geah, quick to get one time
You be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill lexus full of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas should've told me that you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up with notorious park
(you where we from)
fade 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 muthafucka who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam gon' with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me to act up
Cause a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original on wax, nigga, you fake
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide blue
Original representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you wanna-be's
Go run right you
And before we kill off, remember the did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e wasn't gon' and deliver?
You ain't 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 get with this you best to dash
Geah, i'ma tap that ass

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