Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

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

Yeah
Huh, I'ma let you

Check

Somebody me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you nothin but a silly hoe
And yeah I your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you heard me say
("To the top of the tree, for see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the side was on a mission
Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know dick this is
Down in the throats of the most bitches
So take 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 back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is MC Eiht, you're wack
And mista Quik can beat the niggaz with another sack
So keep on rollin in Camry or your rabbit but
If I catch you slippin in my hood, let you havit

Ahh
Gotta let you
Huh, I'ma let you