Luyện nghe bài hát Dog About It

Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfuckin'
You wanna your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger, caught in my hood
How you get left, the thing people can say is "Ughh"

I been know for choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin' baller blockers and coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga 10-sion
An told me to him at LA X and its 'bout some business

I flauge in, he tellin' me busta trippin'
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a
wit' the O.G. and B.G. get busy
Make his days livin', cut to a minimum

I speak shit 'cause I mean it my nigga
I creep and where I ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk it
But this B.G. gon' be dog about it

Now when we come, we come, and dog we playin'
It's bluka, boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog
We that walk and talk that talk, nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't
bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
I'm a dog
And walk that walk and talk that talk, nigga

Nigga I'm Sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin'
And leave my enemies dead and their blood soakin'
doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it be a dog about

I lay low, jack you for dollar and paceo
That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything I love
Say B.G., you need a hundred stack Mack
You'll need 20 of water plus a whole gang of crack

But firsts first, find him, hit' em wit the tool
Then make his blood ooze there's no more to lose
Murder, murder's a must, the stairway to Heaven
And if you fuck Mack, then it's a 187

So if you do me, I'll do you
But when I do you, I want your fuckin' crew
So fill the church up and get the you recite of
I'm a straight dog about it a Westside rider

Now when we come, we come, and dog we playin'
bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog,
We walks that walk and talks talk, nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we playin'
It's bluka, boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We dogs, nigga
We walks that and talks that talk, nigga

I hit the street, you I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I beef, get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like town
You want peace, it's too late the started to boil now

I tried to ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I tried to ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I tried to ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
And release nothin' but a hundred plus

Hold up B.G. blood, it, I gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
Big Stunter Corlone gave the and now it's on
Said he wanted a close casket, 'em in his dome

Then act like Rambo, into Mack Soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit' nothing but aims
heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thang changed

When we in beef, we come, and dog we playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka,
We a dog,
We walks that walk and talks talk, nigga

When we come, we come, dog we ain't
It's bluka, boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs,
We walks that walk and that talk, nigga

When we come, we come, dog we ain't
It's bluka, boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog,
We some hogs, nigga,