Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, where the you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you up with
Don't even respect ass
That's why time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow 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 I'ma on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets you can walk on
So on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch back cause you might get smoked, loc
And the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. you lost all your homey's love
Now call it you want to
You wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

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

Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Doggy in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the house
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
The of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke your mama that you might not like
I she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck 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 kickin' quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy Bay-Bee
So they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even them thangs
I'm hollin' with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

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

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

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real like
style nigga
Doggy Dogg in the house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin'
up, really doe
Breakin' all you off somethin' real proper like
You know I'm sayin?
All these sucka ass 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