Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up
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
you bow down to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, ho
Oh, don't I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just homicide
Yeah me so I'ma talk 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. 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 I'm talkin' about
We have your record company surrounded
Put the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin, punk

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to day
Play, my bone would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your
But here's a jimmy joke about mama that you might not like
I she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' 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 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 slangin' them thangs
I'm one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

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

Now understand my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so gettin' fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, this 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 your ass from the backside
To you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Now you not understand me
I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the
him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homey, you check yo self
'Cause you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' once again
It stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton nigga
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin'
Long Beach in the motherfuckin'
up, really doe
Breakin' all you off somethin' real proper like
You what I'm sayin?
All sucka 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