Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you up with
Don't respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check ass, nigga
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo
Make you bow to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, ho
Oh, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another
Yeah it's me so I'ma on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets you can walk on
So strap on your hat, your locs
And watch your back 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, what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your motherfuckin' record company
Put down the and let the little boy go
You what I'm sayin, punk motherfucker

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

Yeah nigga, and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin' cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

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

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