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 road
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up
even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass,
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you
Let me ride, just homicide
Yeah it's me so talk on
Stompin' on the streets that you can walk on
So strap on Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay
B.G. cause you all your homey's love
Now call it what you to
You fucked wit me, now it's a that I fuck wit you

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

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin'
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
The sounds of a dog me to another day
Play, with my would ya Timmy
It seems like good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama you might not like
I she was the 'Frisco dyke
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 Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin'
So won't they let you
if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even them thangs
I'm one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

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

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

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