Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

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

yeah
Huh, I'ma let you

Check

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

Ahh
Gotta let you
Huh, I'ma let you