Luyện nghe bài hát Eastside Ridaz

You'z a fo' dis, yeah
My hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio
shit, y'all know how we get down?
Seven a wizzle, bigg bow wiggle's up in the hizzle
Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go

dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest
Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta ring the
And hit the folks at the forum, let my off the yard
I shall see the head in charge
Push, Bush office, dump 'til they get off us
Make offers, that leave niggas in coffins

Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my
Sound guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas
Coke killas, it comes to off mic'n wit me
I was branded in a gang, fuck techniques

Just ride, not a damn these fools breathe
Pop peas, keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese
Is it possible that might get jealous?
Hell, yeah, they be hatin' on the three fellas

Over dosage of ferocious, West in effect
Bang straight shit, so you know it's on deck
Hold and respect, cold as it get, wanna test
Kidnap ya and ya kids, you get the message

Insanity, me to savagely spit
casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick
No talkin', C walkin', we the block off
Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up house

West Coast and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas we gon' this bitch out
ridaz and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Deee
Never a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the seat
Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' doggs

Yeah, it's about to get crip'd out
Blast on all you suckas with the away to daily
Don't you shoot little mothafucka no mo'
ain't what he said, when he hit the chest
Went through his heart, out his elbow

You shouldn't been talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong against the real McCoy
Didn't know I was a blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, catch ya lata

We exploded, and sewed it up
Sprayed shots to the crowed like a pump
this mothafucka jumpin' 'til they close it up
Then we wit a sip and some hoes to fuck

Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas
So explicit you can get it once a year
Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they change the
And let you know from go, we straight came to bang

Put me on a leash if you dare and I you
Ever see here, who gave a fuck about you?
Niggas on the gon' keep talkin' shit about you
As long as you clap fool, bigger than 'bout too

Fuck wit fools, that never paid us
And try to the homies into traitaz
Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you
I shoot a shout out to the
Yeah, stealas and raiders

It's D O double G'z
nobody really fuckin' wit deez
Who let the mothafuckin' out?
DoggHouse in ya
We niggas people talkin' about

Who let the doggs out?
Niggas betta run and hide, we about to
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs
Who let the mothafuckin' out?
Who let them Eastside out?

Now all the locs and
Who roll in big balls, say, chips,
And all the women wit
In well fed conditions, you bitch, you

Hey, who let the mothafuckin' open?
Police comin' and we still
What you drinkin' on Loc'y,
Doggy wo'gy, got his while we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy

Say woof mothafucka, woof,
Mighty his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas
Post up, make about a million a
bloods, switchin' guns

West Coast niggas and we all in yo
bang niggas, we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo
Pound Gang who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Deee
Never a ho and run the G A in me
got a bitch, but never in the front seat
Still the same, wh let the doggs out?