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
dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, you grew up with
even respect your 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 slap the out yo mouth
you bow down to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, ho
Oh, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just homicide
it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets you can walk on
So on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's
Now call it you want 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 know what I'm sayin, punk

Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin'
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yo yippy 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 about jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't
And them rhymes you were were quite bootylicious
You get with Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin'
So won't they let you
That if you fuck Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death 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 Beach together on motherfucker
So you wanna pop shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin so remember the name
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

Now understand this my nigga Dre be touched
Luke's over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I ta fuck with
Gap in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin' at wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row off that whoride
Now you might not me
I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon 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 to check my homey, you better check yo self
'Cause when you Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once
It don't stop, punishing punk real quick like
Compton style
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin'
Long in the motherfuckin' house
Straight up, doe
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real 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