Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, yeah, knowhati'msayin, yeah

one: dre

Mista busta, the fuck ya 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
even respect your ass
That's why it's for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
to be my homey, used 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, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another
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 back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay
B.g. cause you all your homey's love
Now it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now a must that I fuck wit you

one: dre

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm about
We have your motherfuckin record company
Put down the candy and let the boy go
You knowhati'msayin, motherfucker
want eazy, we want eazy**

Verse two: snoop doggy

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to day
Play, my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy 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 wasn't
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite
You get with doggy oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy bay-bee
So won't they let you
That if you fuck with dre nigga you're wit death row
And I ain't even slangin thangs
I'm hollin' with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Break

Yeah nigga, compton and beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cracked nigga
on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!

Verse three: dre and

Now understand this my dre can't be touched
Luke's over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark cause I to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck
Gap in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya
While ya onstage at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass from the
To show you how death row off that whoride
Now you not understand me
i'ma rob you in compton and blast you in miami
Then we gon creep to central
On a street knowledge mission, as I steps in the
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my
Got my chrome to the of his white sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo
Cause you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. dre, chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk real quick like
Doggy dogg in the house
beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton nigga, straight up, really doe
all you suckaz off somethin real proper like

All these sucka ass 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