Luyện nghe bài hát Got Beef

[snoop
Yeah, yeah,
It's one of those...
Snoop d-o-double g, l.t. thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the right about now
It's two in the morning!
I got big c-style on the
Eastside!!! it way real
dogg, lbc

Chorus: dogg (repeat 4x)

If you got beef, dpg,
Then holla at me, the

charlie wilson, snoop

[c. w.] any any problems you can holla at my dogg....
[s. d.] holla,
[c. w.] holla at my dogg, you could at my dogg, ohhhhh
Any problems any you could holla at my dogg,
Holla at my dogg, at my dogg, heeeeey heeeeeeey

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[jayo
The I lead
The average nigga would broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like the
Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them is nathal
We see it all night owls and we stay on the prowl
They wanna see me shine again
They fuckin' with my mind
But as soon as I finish this
I gotta go get my again
(it got a body on it a party don't it? )
I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' grenades,
You ain't seen this niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, start bangin' after "colors" was made
Let's c-walk to that, and never me no hassle
Cause I come from one of the cottage in paso

[tray
It ain't no you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in shit
So why you like a bitch? puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, shackles, and all
And we the last standin' once they start to fall
Make the call, or it, just kick off the brawl
'cause I'm with my doggs, win, lose, or draw
pound insane, neighborhood twenty gangin' it
And every gangsta I hang with down to bang
Full time mines and I gots to bust
a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just a dick in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts you spittin' it out

Repeat

Chorus

e. fine]
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my then you got one with me
It's the s to the y, the l, drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie l.t.'s, to make the
It's those that talk, and that make shit happen
So say? you wanna spit? you got beef?
D.p serve the heat, to the street
Honey west, I make the mission
Therefore them bitches who talk shit
Be them bitches that's they ass beat

[snoop
Now don't come round here fuckin' us
'cause on the real homeboy, be fuckin' you up
And to you who be thinking y'all could slide by
that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch a nigga
We got and codes, g's and hoes
Friends and foes, or get rode on

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[snoop
Nigga, nigga,