Luyện nghe bài hát Eastside Ridaz

You'z a fo' dis, yeah
My dogg hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati,
Eastside shit, y'all how we get down?
Seven dizzles a wizzle, bigg bow 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, 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 office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, that niggas in coffins

Can you feel it, my I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas
Sound like guerillas, fo' off gangsta government millas
killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me
I was branded in a gang, havin' techniques

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

Over dosage of ferocious, West Coast in
Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know on deck
Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna
ya wife and ya kids, you get the message

Insanity, commanded me to savagely
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
bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo
Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' out?

Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray 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' out?

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

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

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

Pour late, the way, ain't no bustas here
So explicit you can get it once a year
Eastsidaz, the ridaz, change the game
And let you know from here go, we 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 streets gon' keep talkin' about you
As as you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too

Fuck wit fools, that ain't paid us
And try to turn the homies traitaz
Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you
I shoot a shout out to the
Yeah, them and raiders

them D O double G'z
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit deez
Who let the doggs out?
DoggHouse in ya
We them niggas people talkin'

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

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

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

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

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

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