Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

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

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

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

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

Now understand this my Dre can't be touched
Luke's over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang Eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, this nigga off loc
If it ain't 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 rappin' at your wack-ass
And I'ma your ass from the backside
To show you how Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in
Then we gon creep to Central
On a Street mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my
Got my to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homey, you check yo self
'Cause when you Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

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