Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, what I'm sayin, yeah

Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't respect your ass
That's why time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, another homicide
it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, locs
And watch back cause you might get smoked, loc
And the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. you lost all your homey's love
Now it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I wit you

Yeah, that's what the I'm talkin' about
We have your motherfuckin' record company
Put the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin, punk

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death Row's in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
The sounds of a dog me to another day
Play, with my bone ya Timmy
It seems you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not
I heard she was the 'Frisco
But fuck your mama, I'm about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he
With ya mama and your daddy Bay-Bee
So won't let you know
That if you with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I even slangin' them thangs
I'm one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium nigga
on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

Now understand this my nigga Dre be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin' fucked,
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark cause I used to with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check nigga off loc
If it another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's to fit
my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off whoride
Now you might not me
'Cause I'ma rob you in and blast you in Miami
Then we gon to South Central
On a Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my
Got my chrome to the of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homey, you check yo self
'Cause when you diss Dre you yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers quick like
Compton style
Doggy Dogg in the house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin'
up, really doe
Breakin' all you off somethin' real proper like
You what I'm sayin?
All these ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat
Tim Dog can eat a big fat
Luke, can eat a fat