Luyện nghe bài hát Let You Havit

Now this is for the g's who know we needs that shit
It's the p-funk 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 back to the where they hang
(Westside street gang) so it's a street thang
Makin grip and stackin the chips high
Ballin fallin I gots to stay fly
Whether smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my cause it's like that
And you need to know I ain't for none, I'm dumpin
The point 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, let you havit

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 said your monkey ass in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you woulda me say
("To the top of the tree, for see")
We wasn't dissin you know the other side was on a mission
Comin up the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
in the throats of the Compton's most bitches
So take this back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be the double oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around I'ma your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin
So there it is MC Eiht, 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
let you havit
Huh, I'ma let you