Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin,

one: dre

Mista busta, the fuck ya at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road
The hood you threw up with, you grew up with
Don't respect your ass
why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I wanna 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
it's me so i'ma talk on
Stompin on the streets that you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your
And watch back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and low-key
B.g. you lost all your homey's love
Now call it you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I wit you

Break dre

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

Verse two: snoop dogg

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
The of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone ya jimmy
It seems like you're for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your that you might not like
I she was the 'frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm about you and me
Toe to toe, tim
Your bark was loud, but bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he
ya mama and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't let you know
That if you fuck with dre nigga fuckin wit death row
And I even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven 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
on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!

Verse three: dre and

Now this my nigga dre can't be touched
Luke's over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark I used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya 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 mouth so my gots to fit
With my on ya tonsils
While ya rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass 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 creep to 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 diss dre you diss yourself,

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

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