Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

Dodge

Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old Barkley's
to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga, you already
My competition's stiffer than Regan, let it go

Befo' you be a motherfuckin'
You scrap niggas too animated The Incredibles
Let this beef go around the twenty six's
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of

Nigga, what about The
Keep on playin', boy, hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't ask for his fuckin' chain
But he it off like Vanessa Del Rio

Now I'm on my way to Rio
I see my PO, she cool, she a Leo
She ain't off the weed smoke
So I'ma blow it the Patriots
And my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich

you from? California
What city?
What you Impala
What you on? Chronic

you drinkin' on? Patron
What you sittin' on? The
Relax, yourself at home

to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton

I wrote the block off, I that shit
twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark this

As I my splif
I see the puttin' chalk around the snitch
We be shootin' like throws, flyin' them desert eagles
Sell dope to the Po' we eat chili Fritos

From a gang to a CEO
Everything I do is big the nigga Caesar Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead, gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't me, so here's a dome shot to the head

As I take a patron shot to the
And reminisce the shit the DOC said
Get money, get cars, get mine, get
And your head up, like the Lambo doors

you from? California
What city?
What you Impala
What you on? Chronic

What you on? Patron
What you on? The throne
Relax, make yourself at

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

Guess, it's time to break the number nine in
a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz
I'm one sixty in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his couldn't pass Game

I got it, made like my name
I'm gone just my Aftermath chain
Don't make me take you to ninety six
Leanin' on that Datsun on the eatin' catfish

The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that
I'm controversial like the Afro pic the black fist
ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss
I'm and I ain't never crash whips

My wasn't around, so this bastard
Bleed California the cradle to the casket
And I won't stop for my coast
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we make toast

Where you from?
What city?
you drive? Impala
What you smokin' on?

What you drinkin' on?
What you on? The throne
Relax, make yourself at

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to