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 just take yo' cash
An' when I it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit

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

Look, respect my gangsta, nigga,
An' I been rich since my first pro day, ask O'
ridin' is my forte
An' will the ever stop? Nigga, no way

No, niggaz fuck wit Dub SC
Gang related an' leavin' 'em leakin' like
out of the SC, lettin' the tech breathe
Until I rest in peace, Dub rep these streets

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

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

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

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

I the price of yola went up
My gun buddy had a drop, so the went up
The heater hot, nigga, burn ya up
The fo' fifth a dime an' I shoot all ten up

I'm guns, fuck roses, I reeze over parole
Some man captured some folks the locstas foes
Bacon soda aromas niggaz chrome motors
Dickey bombin', photo out of stolen automotives

I got diamonds on fingers an' on arms
Stay out a nigga way an' you be harmed
If I catch a bitch, I'll see for she'll be charmed
When I'm rollin' through the hood, a heavily armed

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

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

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

Nigga, I spit flames, leave scars
Connect gang an' we G's about ours
An' ain't shit changed, 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' flicks to my niggaz down
dolas in streets wit the ragtop down

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

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

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

I pledge allegiance to the rag of the United Westside Connect
An' to the W for which it
One neighborhood, God
Invincible with luxuries an' for all

With an' riches for all
luxuries an' riches for all
Just don't get outta