Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The Hill

Oh yeah, it over motherfuckers, these niggas don't understand
Every few years niggas got to get their motherfucking caps back
Nigga this is Westside nigga, don't think, nigga don't
Now, next motherfuckers, go by the name of Cypress
K all day

Every few years niggas think they can deal the real
Now I gots to fuck Hill, I got a voice you should fear
I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking
You fucking cowards, never seen a hood powered
Like the Westside Connect, me my tech

I Got 'em soon as I 'em I'm dumpin'
to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch, smokin' that shit too much
Got your bitch ass

Sen Dogg you can't rap the guts
And B-Real sounding he got baby nuts
I don't why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what rapper wit your click
I know one bitch on your dick
And I know one nigga pumping your shit

I hear you claiming South Central
You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes South Gate
Coming with a high pitched
The "B" in B-Real must stand for

We'll its the hip-hop junkie startin' static, now I'm rolling up Hill
Letting niggas have it, got these wannabe up, load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we that bitch muggs up
over and let me out this show no sight
Now let me show this White Boy what that Westside like

Boo ya boo ya from tha gauge as I them
Tha buck shots spray and them lay as I hit 'em, uhhh
got the Swedish punks ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my ride on, get my on

B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he see me, bitch
You have known you can't fade a real hog
Bringin' Inglewood small, 'cause I'm a dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come
Because I'm ACE homies Americas most

Nigga miss me, I'm used to a hoe to kiss me
Now what gave bitch ass enough heart to diss me?
come up missing
And Sen is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin'
You niggas to listen

On everything I love my heat can't a dub
Fuck rappin' fuck strapping I'll create another bloody
Its 1-0 and for sho' kill
You pussies can't my skill
Cause I'm the king of the

in the Ghetto, know what you're doing
1 boy and 2 fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're Loco, but you ain't
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex

Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you
But you ain't nothing but a fool
On tour rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish make a dish out you fucking guppies

So who y'all
Niggaz down Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
Has I stick it King Kong and play Ping Pong
With this fake ass Cheech and Chong, did you ya

Momma that I had to ya
When Sen Dogg left your ass in Australia
You say that I your hook?
It must be the White Boy all niggaz crooks

Now what? You hip-hop hippies how you junkies
Think you punk me and chill
And deal with tha fact that you ain't got skill
To kill, the king of the

Ice Cube you pass me my steel?
For
I'm the king of the
Mack10 could you me my steel?
For
I'm the of the hill

Ice Cube could you pass me my
For
I'm the king of the
Westside could you pass me my
For
I'm the of the hill!

I'm illusions
A Westside niggas whooping on motherfucking ass
That's what you loose you lil' bitch
Yeah nigga youse a
we ain't got no niggas like you on my side
Nigga is Inglewood, westside yeah

Check it out, waiting for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers
And else that wanna get some, stand in line
But bring a mothefuckers

This how somebody got fucked up