Luyện nghe bài hát Just Clownin'

(Talking) Back again...It's the jankiest the
Still gettin' my stalk on on
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One of the WSC riders
One about the Feds on camera with the bandanna
It's me the G you be a Nighttrain sipper
two fingers split I'ma get her once again I her
Skip skip throw it up it up give it up or get rolled up
swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Circle Soldier
Allstars pieces khakis and linens
the OG Godfather the blue feather in it
The shadiest nigga what's who got the sack and
nigga they goin' for everybody's on the floor
Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard as Moses
through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses
A straight vet Connect is my set
a rook I did everything in the book
Puttin' thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya
Loc rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga

Not just clownin' we got
still out the streets
Playas get jacked from I'm acting
can't see WC
(Repeat)
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Now bow to the shadiest patrollin' west rollin'
7 figure nigga still hi fi
Pistol bailin' with nothing but trues
jumping out the fo' in the corduroy shoes
WC a G been in these streets for
been loccin' since the Force MD's singing "Tears"
Now the fuck a new nigga got to say to me
I was pullin' 211's when KDAY was the
Lo Cali Sports Arena
and off of jams I'm jackin' for Filas
When Run DMC and Jam Master bust
we was mothafuckas outta Nissan trucks
Raised from a crew of real killers and kickers
that never ran on ya but was quick to put them on ya
(Talking) Ha ha Man better figure us out quick
Ain't no rappers here we felons to make money at this here.

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It's the cap peeler night grinder rider hood ratacider
4 7 all day everyday
4 deep corners in a rag Chevrolet
Started out before I turned rich I used to do it for free
but now I for the paper
Circle hit 'em up like bam
Where from them enemies don't act dumb
know where we from
It's that 15th letter 2 with the S
cut off Dickie wearing descendant the West
Steady dumping in the center where the crowd
with my flag on my head Aunt Jemima style
But nobody trippin' cause we all about the ends
plus fool I set trip I set trends
now after this I'm y'all about a year
We gone see how many grow braids in they beard.
Chorus ad libs 'til end