Luyện nghe bài hát Issues

Yeah, House, oh serious
Well, I know about all that
I keep my industry as much as
Found out, out

Everywhere I go, I got and bitches on my dick
Trying to take my shit now, I really know
But I try to keep my head to the slice my piece of hitta
hating for? You better get up, get out and get your own
Nigga pick up the phone and at your folks
Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg
Fuck them fools

D O double G, kick back, the sack
I a muthafucking big, Mack Attack
We blazing up the
It'll hurt you nothing but purple in my
To the day we die we get money, bitches and high
House Gangsta Crip
Right back in muthafucking ass for the R 2 G, bitch

What wanna do?
Seems like these niggas wanna all night
we gonna do?
We ain't gonna say nothing more, we get with y'all, on side

That's how to see
So all that straggling in the trying to get close to me
Y'all niggas need to stop trying to flip the hip hop
I snap and pop

your friends and folks
It's a whole new year and and I'm still hating hoes
it ever stop?
Look I really don't but on the up I doubt that, loc

Now, what about hood?
Man, I'm doing mine doing there's so I guess It's all good
And, what your crew?
Shit, my crew it's 'Tha Eastsidaz' and fool, I thought you

Dogg Pound the same?
Yeah, niggas split up and did they own thang
And went made own gang
Money is thicker than

That's fuck up but on the that's how it is 'cause, damn
The just ain't the same?
And come to find out this crossing out my muthafucking name
So am I to do?
I put it on mind continue to everything fine

In G O D we
That's why suckers can't touch us, touch us
you made the beat
And you when we get together
Shit, we like and meat

We coming the heat
Close your mouth cause House is definitely turning it out
And what the cops?
I pay them and the ones I didn't I slaved

it ever stop?
It's like asking, "Who is it?" before a nigga even
The game is to stay?
And I'm here to change the rules I'm a player that loves to play

Did you the Lord today?
Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting
Why you tell the
'Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the
Snoop, pace, pace, pace