Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Like Criminals

Westside,

Say, hoe, I got way more
them niggas who be rollin' you Lexos
No punk ass gear
Just the nigga with the triple 1 in his beard

Quick to get the pussy drippin', so trippin'
you got a cap a nigga resemblin' Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the Wild, Wild West, fuck them niggas
You need to get with this malt sipper

Picture me over ya? Never, how ya figure
I'll be cryin' over yo ass a baby face nigga?
Bitch, you be glad, I got 3 strikes
Because back in '85, I'd been done gave ass a black eye

See I been wavin' at your ass all
But all you do is roll your eyes like your shit don't
So now it's time a nigga clowned ass
Because I can tell from the
You's a high hood rat

Don't want to fuck with niggas in
But hoe, I bet for the
You quick to that ass like a 4
So quit frontin' on a nigga an' these
An' bitch, hit the road your fucked up weave

How would you like to get a ruff nigga an' raw
Outlaw rollin' down the
Do you want a that's hard
Or a made nigga, cute as El Debarge?

Do you like
Him an' those individuals called

How'd you figure a West Coast
liquor, gots to know how to dig you
When we dated, straight it, penetrated
Ms. Sophisticated, no, hate it

Never met a nigga as fly as me
All up in your high society
You to check my mental
how could a nigga from South Central roll in a Benzo

Spice in ya is what you need
You by the smell of my weed
I represent in your world full of lies
An' I can see it in your eyes, you sick an' I'm chillin'
Tell your to fuck off an' roll with this villain

Do you like
Him an' individuals called criminals?
Do you like
Him an' those called criminals?

Who wanna fuck wit it? I put it down for tho
It's Mack 10 an' let you niggas I'm gung ho
Baby, I guess, maybe I can get with program
With hunnit spode on my front an' back Broham

Hit a lick or two, make whole life a thriller
Make you wanna shake the nerd an' ride with a killa
Hot as sauce, out the floss, no need to be
I swing the fuck out this bitch 'til my bumper the street

On switches an' I'm workin', jerkin' hot, ya smirkin'
Jack the ass up an' down 'til my wheels is chirpin'
You to be with me, bitch, you too fuckin' Bombay
To be on the Shaw with a nigga a Hyundai

I take you through my neighborhood raise, where crime
No Girbauds, no fades, just khakis an' braids
An' my is niggas that know what ends is
In high top Chucks, pushin' V 12

With hoochy hoes, hoes
You know those with a of money lolo' an' penitentiary fo do's
So shake him now, no need of for debatin'
Slam the door on them five an' hop on these Daytons

Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, day
I come from the crew, I thought you knew don't play
I see frownin' but I'm clownin' anyway
nobody fade K-Dee baby

I know Catholic, but can you have dick?
Up in them guts, all the way to nuts
Your a rich girl, far skeezer
I'm playin' at the with your Visa

You wanna swang K-Swinger
the West is in the house, oh, my God, danger
But take a hit you'll
But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff

Now I see you
But all I wanna see is asses an' titties jigglin'
So what you do?
Don't go waterfalls
Stick to dicks an' balls, you're used to

Go ahead an' take a big
girls look so good on the end of my dick
That's right, is it tight? I know you a dyke
type of nigga do you like, bitch?

Do you negros
Him an' individuals called criminals?
Do you negros
Him an' those individuals criminals?

Bitch, I'm from the Wild, Wild
Can't you buy the 'S' on my chest
We got for days
Plus we no stress, no mothafuckin' dress

Do you negros
Him an' individuals called criminals?
Do you negros
Him an' those individuals called

Bitch, I'm the Wild, Wild West
you tell buy the 'S' on my chest
We got for days
we claimin' no stress, no mothafuckin' dress

Do you criminals?