Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

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

yeah
Huh, I'ma let you

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Somebody told me that you me (bitch) in your video
But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't but a silly hoe
And I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you game 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 with the Quik-ness, now you know dick this is
Down in the throats of the Compton's most
So take shit back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be puttin the double oh in my shotgun
And if you come back around I'ma take 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 down with sack
So keep on rollin in your Camry or your but
If I catch you slippin in my hood, let you havit

Ahh
let you havit
Huh, let you havit