Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

Now this is for the g's who know we needs that shit
It's like the we funk so it's gotsta hit
And you fire up that hooter pass it to the young g
The mista quik, that's me from the c-to-the-p-to-the-t
And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't
Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck
And we're rollin back to the spot where they hang
(Westside street gang) so it's a street thang
Makin that grip and stackin the chips
Ballin never I gots to stay fly
Whether they smokin up them or rollin the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's that
And you need to know I for none, because I'm dumpin
The hollow rounds that got everybody humpin
But niggaz they on mouthin, kickin up the static
But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you

yeah
Huh, I'ma let you

Check

Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in video
But I ain't trippin I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe
And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my tape
But if you peeped game you heard me say
("To the top of the tree, for see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you the other side was on a mission
Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick is
Down in the throats of the most bitches
So this shit back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be puttin the oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around I'ma your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, a fuckin knife?
So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're
And mista Quik can beat the niggaz down another sack
So keep on rollin in your Camry or rabbit but
If I catch you in my hood, gotta let you havit

Ahh
Gotta let you
Huh, I'ma let you