Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, you grew up with
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 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 that you can on
So strap on your Compton hat, locs
And watch your back you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay
B.G. cause you lost all your love
Now call it what you to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must I fuck wit you

Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the boy go
You what I'm sayin, punk 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 yippy yo yay
The of a dog brings 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 joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
Your bark was loud, but your bite vicious
And them you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't let you know
That if you fuck with Dre you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I even 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 shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so the name
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

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

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