Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

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

Yeah
Huh, let you havit

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Somebody told me that you 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 you woulda heard me say
("To the top of the tree, for see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other was on a mission
Comin up the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
Down in the of the Compton's most bitches
So take shit back to your set if you got one
And be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take 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 on rollin in your Camry or your rabbit but
If I catch you slippin in my hood, let you havit

Ahh
Gotta let you
Huh, let you havit