Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Westside Connection

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

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

In about four seconds some west niggaz
Is put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay muthafuckas

verse]
It two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you
"No Vaseline"
You be the big fish
your drama
Fuck mama
I'll the pack of piranhas
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your
You get
You can take your four fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and it
my fucken side ass
is a of the past
If I got no nuts it's because i made up 4 da ladies
i'm the of punks
of busters
King of
Now i'ma get down of my knees (Shag: Bow Down)
to sucking

You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren
Dub's
But fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly philly
I'm back
Can you really see my gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little
How can I
I'll twist your cap and take your
it
My name be Mack 11
I'm a higher MC
There's no
Anytime you run up
You get with
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your album (biatch!)

Talkin']
You and 10
Can't deal with
Cypress Hill to the fullest
Fuck
So wanna do?
Bring it on,
This is from the Neighborhood Family

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 real g's
What you wanna do?
You fuck with these
Ain't had a strap
Now you gangsta rap
Come can't to hood
'Cause you're to get jacked
peace, this is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm one to your jaw
me
Fuck ma
Fuck ma whole
Better yet, fuck every nigga that i'm wit'

Can't bitch made niggaz lik der r on da east
Ice Cube, youse an
Not a muthafuckin'
neighborhood you from?
What you ever done?
When the shit down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a mouth of drama
Only you done
Is going to wit'cha mama

verse]
You got the
Swingi' of my
Cube
Break niga, huh!
Dick-a
You a killa
You a

Bitch made
I never trust maself "Can't 'em"--
ladies you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the or Compton?
10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's
Now all in your guts
You like him
But you got no
If the king
You be the queen of the Hill
But I the Cube's fine neck
'Cause "A Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no
No
east side Connections
i'm ma dick in ma momma's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down my clique
Why you gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my
But is best get a blood test for your kid
Only you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you
With real g
your clique on
You scrap
So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
me
I give a year
I
i'll realize i'm getting' fucked
And i'll run to some niggaz
some little trick
look real (Mmmm!)
dwm should make me one of dem real niggaz
I'm no fictional Scarface land bullshit
Actor, gangsta
You should win an
For most outstanding wax
what you been through
What you're through
Side family, nigga
What you do?

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

Any other punk ass
Who wanna take beat
We hit niggaz up like
We bicoastal,
Cypress family
better recognize
We to chastise
Nigga, bangin'
That's how we hoo nigga
No love for none of ya'll ass niggaz
west coast nigga, coast
We give a fuck
Talk shit get shot,
how we feel, nigga
get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress
Yeah, I thought you nigga
I represent
How that sound nigga
They're fuck all ya'll biggaz
(: "You got knocked the out man...)