Luyện nghe bài hát Down Ass Loc

Well, it's the musically drunken King Tee with the of funk
to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around the days of the Sugarhill groove
Bust it out act a fool

When I was seventeen, made some green
Bought a six-fo' and some more things
Had to play the part for the G's on the
So I bought a blue rag, bought a black

Ran the bunch that was out to get paid
The Westside of Compton where the dead laid
On [Unverified] and Central, where get mental
For a dollar, makin' niggaz holla

I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin' some
While the homies stripped in the back
of the short and broke
Ain't bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc

So break the nigga off you come to my hood
'Cause the B.G.'s, is up to no good
Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dane's
Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of

So break the off when you come to my hood
'Cause the B.G.'s, is up to no good
Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dane's
Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of

Yeah, a young man with the grown gun
Tryin' to stay full while he's livin' in the
I to bang on fools like I was goin' insane
From a Compton gang

King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
'Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the
Ease back, bullets, flock through the sky
For the homies that died and know why

the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
Makin' niggaz hit the deck
of the short and broke
Ain't bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc

So the nigga off when you come to my hood
'Cause the B.G.'s, is up to no good
motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em out they shit like the house of pain