Luyện nghe bài hát No Vaseline

Here's what they think you
Here's what they about you
Here's what they think you

Got damn, I'm ya'll set it off
Use to be hard hard, now you just wet and
you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with

like straight Bozos
I saw it comin', that's why I solo
And kept on
When mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton

with the whites, one big house
And not nigga in sight
I started off with too much
Dropped four now I'm makin' all the dough

man just rulin'
The niggas attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Ya'll just phony
I put on my mama and my dead homeys

Yella boy's on your team, so you're
Ay yo, Dre, stick to
Callin' me Arnold, but you a dick
Eazy E saw your ass and in it quick

You got jealous I got my own company
But I'm a man, and nobody humping me
Tryin' to sound like Most
You yell all day but you don't come close

you know I'm the one that flown
Ya done run 100 miles, but you got one to go
With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll the C P T
'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a boy
With no

Now you're gettin' without Vaseline
Now you're gettin' done without
Now you're gettin' done without
Damn, it feels good to see on it

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass
You're gettin' fucked real
And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC shit

to tell you a year ago
But D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from ganked
Now let's play

Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't it
'Cuz the fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair and I'll cut balls
'Cuz I heard you're, like up the drawers

by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' teller
Givin' up the dollar
Now they got the villain with a and high-heels

So don't believe Ren say
he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a for ya Toby
Used to be my homey, now you act like you know me

It's a case of divide and
'Cuz you let a Jew break up my
House gotta run and hide
Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So front, MC Ren
'Cuz I when you drove a B 2-10
Broke as a mothafuckin'
Let you on the to back up the Verse Team

It ain't my fault, one nigga got
and they rippin' asshole apart
By your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get with no Vaseline

Now you're gettin' done Vaseline

I never have dinner the President
I never have with the President
I never have dinner with the
And when I see your ass again, I'll be

Now I think you a
Throw a house in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' homeboys
You little maggot Eazy E faggot

your manager, fella
Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr Dre and
But if were smart as me
E would be hangin' from a tree

With no
Just a and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, 'em up, flame on
Till that Jheri is gone

On a vacation
Off of Massa
you both got the same bank account
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin'

Get rid of that real simple
Put a in his temple
'Cuz you be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a white Jew you what to do

Pullin' wools with scams
Now I play the Silence of the Lambs
With a who's a punk too
Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd fuck you

Eric Wright, punk, always somethin'
Gettin' at night
By Mista
over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline