Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, where the you at?
scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you up with
Don't even respect ass
That's why time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm you, little ho
Oh, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, another homicide
Yeah it's me so talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can on
So strap on your hat, your locs
And watch your 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 wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

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

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

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

Now understand this my Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's fucked, busta
Musta, I was sleazy
Or though I was a cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's to fit
With my on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin' at your concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass the backside
To show you how Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and you in Miami
Then we gon to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I in the temple
him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself,

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