Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Outta Pocket

We in la la, we smokin' la la
wit dada, boo, go bye bye
Nigga, ha ha
We live in la la, we la la
wit dada, boo, go bye bye
Nigga, ha ha

Get outta pocket, we might whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo'
An' when I cock it, we step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit

I used to be a young phenom like
Now I'm doin' shit beyond Genghis
Peon, you can't pass on
The rapper in the world ain't a European

Look, my gangsta, nigga, obey
An' I rich since my first pro day, ask O' Shea
West is my forte
An' will the hustle stop? Nigga, no way

No, can't fuck wit Dub SC
related an' leavin' 'em leakin' like STDs
C-Walkin' out of the SC, the tech breathe
I rest in peace, Dub gon' rep these streets

K Mac is the one, nigga, Neo
No love, hit 'em up the dub wherever we go
My game's so cold, the hoes me Sub Zero
Oh, you that nigga pimpin', Ken? That's my hero

Get outta pocket, we just whoop yo' ass
out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might out an' blast
But we gon' let that bullshit pass

Get outta pocket, we just whoop yo' ass
out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit

catastrophic when I drop it
Atomic, demonic an' off chronic
ironic how I flip them phonics
So fucked up, the product of

I heard the price of went up
My gun buddy had a drop, so the pistola up
The hot, nigga, burn ya skin up
The fo' fifth hold a dime an' I all ten up

I'm about guns, roses, I reeze over parole
Some man captured some the locstas never foes
Bacon soda aromas niggaz chrome motors
Dickey bombin', shootin' out of stolen automotives

I got diamonds on fingers an' on arms
Stay out a nigga way an' you won't be
If I catch a bitch, see for sure she'll be charmed
When I'm rollin' the hood, a nigga heavily armed

Get pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we just take yo' cash
An' when I it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit

Get outta pocket, we might just yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo'
An' when I cock it, we step out an' blast
But we ain't let that bullshit pass

Shit, my life is like a rap
I'm out the back door, so of the strap, bro
that's how my blast go
Ice is a asshole just like Castro

Nigga, I spit flames, leave scars
gang bang an' we G's about ours
An' ain't changed, still stripes an' stars
An' I'm already, ain't got but 4 bars

Holdin' it down, down, down, down, bustin' rounds
I'm Dub, rich nigga since bow down
Squad down, sendin' to my niggaz locked down
dolas in streets wit the ragtop down

Yo, write a book 'bout a like me
I got loot like an athlete, signed wit Nike
You lose ya life if ya get sheisty
Could Mac ever run out of Not likely

Get outta pocket, we might just yo' ass
out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit

Get pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might take yo' cash
An' I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we gon' let that bullshit pass

I allegiance to the rag of the United Westside Connect Gang
An' to the W for it stands
One neighborhood, God
with luxuries an' riches for all

With luxuries an' for all
luxuries an' riches for all
Just get outta pocket