Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Westside Connection

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Muthafucka
round two
I got my and my dinner, fool
You think we gon bow down to some ass niggaz
We from the side, boy

Chorus: B-Real
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]

In about four seconds some west side
Is gonna put the in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It takes two of you to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you
"No Vaseline"
You could be the big
your drama
Fuck mama
I'll the pack of piranhas
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative up in your video
You get
You can take your four fingers and it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
my fucken east ass
is a of the past
If I got no it's because i wazn't made up 4 da ladies
i'm the King of
of busters
King of
Now i'ma get of my fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to

You try to NWA without Dre and Ren
cool
But fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly philly
I'm back
Can you really see my machine gun
Open and aimed at your fat frame
How can I
I'll twist your cap and take your
it
My name should be 11
I'm a higher MC
There's no
you wann run up
You get dealt
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third (biatch!)

[Shag
You and 10
deal with this
Cypress to the muthafuckin' fullest
y'all
So what'cha do?
it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood

verse]
i'ma
ma mama's dick
But what you faggets know some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the
And fight like g's
What you wanna do?
You fuck with these
never had a strap
Now you wanna rap
can't to your hood
'Cause scared to get jacked
peace, this is war
on the floor
When I see fat ass
I'm one to your jaw
me
Fuck ma
Fuck ma whole
Better yet, fuck every nigga that i'm down

Can't stand made niggaz lik der r on da east
Ice Cube, an actor
Not a killa
What you from?
dirt you ever done?
When the shit down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a full of drama
Only missing you
Is going to church mama

[B-Real's
You got the
Swingi' of my
Killa
Break niga, huh!
Dick-a
You ain't a
You a

Bitch niggaz
I never maself "Can't trust 'em"--
ladies like you figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or
10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice nuts
Now he's all in guts
You like him
But you got no
If he's the
You must be the of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's neck
"A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a don't get no respect
No
east side Connections
i'm stickin' ma dick in ma momma's (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my
And you don't know one bitch on my
But yours is get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was toy figures
mama wouldn't let you hang
With g niggaz
Bring clique on
You wanna
So let's get it on (bullets for chingazos, ese!)
me
I myself a year
I
realize that i'm getting' fucked
And run to some westside niggaz
some little trick
real sweet (Mmmm!)
dwm should me one of dem real niggaz like
I'm no Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio
You win an award
For most outstanding wax
Fuck you been through
What you're going
west family, nigga
What you do?

westside!
That's nigga!
East side
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!

Any punk ass nigga
Who wanna take beat
We hit niggaz up like
We bicoastal,
Cypress Hill
better recognize
We here to
Nigga, whoo
how we hoo ride nigga
No for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
west coast nigga, east
We don't give a
shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew
I muthafucka
How does that nigga
They're gonna all ya'll biggaz
(: "You got knocked the out man...)