Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, the fuck you at?
scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass,
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I wanna the taste out yo mouth
you bow down to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm you, little ho
Oh, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another
Yeah it's me so talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your
And watch your cause you might get smoked, loc
And the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's
Now it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a that I fuck wit you

Yeah, what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your motherfuckin' company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the boy go
You know what I'm sayin, motherfucker

Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Doggy Dogg's in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death Row's in the house
Bow wow wow yo yippy 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 that you might not like
I she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
Your bark was loud, but your wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite
You get Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you
if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't slangin' them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven my dick in yo mouth, beotch

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

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be
Luke's over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta, I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my gots to fit
With my on ya tonsils
While ya onstage at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the
To show you how Death Row pull off whoride
Now you might not me
'Cause rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the
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 better check yo
'Cause when you Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' once again
It don't stop, punk motherfuckers real quick like
style nigga
Doggy Dogg in the house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin'
up, really doe
Breakin' all you off somethin' real proper like
You know 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