Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

18 seconds of non-lyrics to

Let's go Quik

[DJ
I wanna, them niggaz sayin gold don't rock
And I wanna, rape that bitch that a lie on 'Pac
I right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard don't you go shock
If the hood me I'll buy your enemies guns
and 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds
Scarin you to death, give you the runs
You nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up

Jean]
I wanna the sniper that shot at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra I'm strictly ginseng
in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum
Zoo, California, with guns the size of
elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we like P-Funk

Wyclef]
Ladies - I know you me
If you up in the party let me see you shake body
you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny
Thugs - easy the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' body on ice,

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was a matter of time
before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your
On the after, you can't refute the disaster
Cause parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause I'm comin after you
I don't like your kids but spare 'em; maybe later
add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the you like the least
That got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece

Jean]
Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik these just bored
So I ain't rap no I wrote songs for
Houston you could catch me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n Santana
We don't sell like we used to
cause they live in America, we get worldwide sales
I'm on tour half of the year, you can't see me
And career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?

[Wyclef -
California, knows how to
when I in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, freaks in a stretch
Big chronic, me nah smoke sess
But it's all buddha bless from the and the West
up yo' set, I don't say this often
But we gotta keep the peace, too in a coffin
Pour some for my cousins out in Compton

[DJ
I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a man
to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can
no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so
86 your concubine, he's an old creep
so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga
You can't even get a prop on own street
I'm at the Lake Park and if you wanna speak