Luyện nghe bài hát Eastside Ridaz

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

Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find zest
Psyche, we like the bomb, betta ring the alarm
And hit the folks at the forum, let my homies off the
I shall see the head nigga in
Push, Bush outta office, dump they get off us
Make them offers, leave niggas in coffins

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

Just ride, not a damn lettin' fools breathe
Pop peas, push keys, find a fo' yo cheese
Is it possible laws might get jealous?
Hell, yeah, they be on the three good fellas

Over of ferocious, West Coast in effect
Bang straight gangsta shit, so you it's on deck
Hold and respect, as it get, don't wanna test
Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the

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

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

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray
loved 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 throw to daily
Don't you that little mothafucka no mo'
That ain't what he said, when he hit the
Went through his heart, came out his

You shouldn't have talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong thing the real McCoy
know I was a cold blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll ya lata

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

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

Put me on a if you dare and I doubt you
Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck about
Niggas on the streets gon' talkin' shit about you
As long as you clap fool, it's bigger than too

Fuck wit fools, ain't never paid us
And try to the homies into traitaz
Blue rags with balls, fo' all you hataz
I shoot a shout out to the
Yeah, them and raiders

It's them D O G'z
Ain't really fuckin' wit deez
Who let the doggs out?
DoggHouse in ya
We them people talkin' about

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

Now all the and doggs
Who in big balls, say, chips, chips
And all the wit extensions
In fed conditions, you bitch, you biotch

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

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

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

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray
Never a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but in the front seat
Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' out?