Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

Now this is for the g's who know we needs that gangsta
It's like the we funk so it's gotsta hit
And when you fire up hooter pass it to the young g
The nigga mista quik, that's me the c-to-the-p-to-the-t
And when I'm givin it up for my you can't clown
Cause when we lettin off you to duck down
And then we're rollin to the spot where they hang
(Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a thang
Makin that grip and the chips high
Ballin never fallin I gots to fly
they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
I kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that
And you need to know I ain't for none, I'm dumpin
The hollow point that got everybody humpin
But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the
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 your
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 who's dick this is
Down in the throats of the Compton's bitches
So this shit back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my
And if you come fuckin around I'ma take your life
Why you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is MC Eiht, cause wack
And mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with sack
So keep on rollin in your or your rabbit but
If I catch you slippin in my hood, let you havit

Ahh
Gotta let you
Huh, I'ma let you