Luyện nghe bài hát Issues

Yeah, Dogg House, oh
Well, I didn't about all that
I keep my industry as much as
out, check out

Everywhere I go, I got and bitches on my dick
to take my shit now, I don't really know
But I try to keep my head to the skitta slice my of hitta
Whatcha hating for? You get up, get out and get your own
pick up the phone and holla at your folks
Young locs in the hood, mashing House
them other fools

D O G, kick back, blaze the sack
I catch a big, Mack Attack
We blazing up the
It'll you nothing but purple in my circle
To the day we die we don't get money, bitches and
House Gangsta Crip
Right back in your muthafucking ass for the R 2 G,

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

how suppose to see
So all that in the gate trying to get close to me
Y'all niggas need to stop to flip the hip hop scrip
I and crackling pop

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

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

Pound ain't the same?
Yeah, them niggas split up and did own thang
And made their own gang
Money is than blood?

That's fuck up but on the real how it is 'cause, damn
The world 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 y'all can't touch us, touch us
you made the beat
And you know when we get
Shit, we like and meat

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

it ever stop?
It's like asking, "Who is it?" before a nigga even
The is here 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 young loc, I'm getting dose
Why you the truth?
'Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the
Bigg Snoop, pace, pace,