Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin,

one: dre

Mista busta, where the ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up
Don't even your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check ass, nigga
to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo
you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm you, little ho
Oh, think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, another homicide
Yeah it's me so i'ma on
Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your
And watch your back you might get smoked, loc
And the bud, and stay low-key
B.g. cause you lost all homey's love
Now call it what you to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must I fuck wit you

Break dre

Yeah, that's 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 dogg's in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
Death row's in the motherfuckin
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya
It like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your 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
bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he
With ya mama and daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't they let you
if you fuck with dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And I ain't even slangin them
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 crranium cracked
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 nigga dre be touched
Luke's bendin over, so luke's gettin fucked,
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark cause I used to with eazy
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this off loc
If it ain't ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass
And i'ma snatch 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 knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
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 when you dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. dre, dropin once again
It stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy dogg in the motherfuckin
Long in the motherfuckin house
Compton nigga, straight up, really doe
all you suckaz off somethin real proper like

All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat
Tim dog can eat a big fat
Luke, can eat a fat