Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin,

Verse dre

Mista busta, where the ya at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up
even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to your ass, nigga
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you
Let me ride, just another
Yeah it's me so i'ma on
on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on compton hat, your 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 a must that I fuck wit you

one: dre

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

Verse two: snoop doggy

Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Doggy dogg's in the house
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
The sounds of a dog me to another day
Play, with my bone ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you not like
I heard she was the dyke
But your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, tim
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't
And them rhymes you were kickin were bootylicious
You get with doggy oh is he crazy?
With ya and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't let you know
That if you fuck dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And I ain't even them thangs
I'm hollin' with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

two:

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

three: dre and snoop

Now understand this my nigga dre can't be
Luke's bendin over, so luke's fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a cause I used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya
Ay yo dre, whattup, this nigga off loc
If it another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya
While ya onstage rappin at wack-ass concerts
And snatch 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 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 pulls out my
Got my chrome to the side of his sox hat
You to check my homey, you better check yo self
when you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. dre, dropin chronic once
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real like
dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long in the motherfuckin house
Compton nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real like

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