Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, the fuck you at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your dogs
The hood you threw up with, you grew up with
Don't even respect 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 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 that you can on
So strap on your hat, your locs
And watch your back you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and low-key
B.G. cause you all your homey's love
Now call it what you to
You wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

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

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
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 your jimmy
But here's a joke 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 wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were were quite bootylicious
You get Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Row
And I ain't even them 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 shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

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

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