Luyện nghe bài hát Now Is The Time

[Kokane & {Snoop
Oh.......Chassa-dee
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - way too crazy}
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{They say Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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{They say Tray is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

[Tray
What up 'cause? You know aint different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my
It's a statement that I'm and aint takin no backtalk
I'm blowin hats off as soon as my gat cough
The thought you rappin niggaz should think
Is you can get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets beef you dont compete with uno - you know
The general a do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I tension and thinkin
By my presence I'm a answer to society's
A true rider with the mind - I pushed him his way
Fools petty and they ready comin with bullshit
A full with jewell will hit like a mule kick
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I
Motherfuckers hit the deck I go in the dash

[Chorus: Dogg]
Now is the
is the place
To back the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, is the side
Long Beach is the city where them ride
brings power, power brings respect
Disrespect the set I grab the tech
This is how it goes and thats how done
Eastside 2-1 in the of the fun

[Tray
Niggaz how ya figure that the gon' wait
I came home from the pen to take your place
Aint no chase this paper soon as I post up
And watch the clock and catch him choppin his dough up
Fuck the his host up stripped, and roped up
Take the whole cut and he be negotiative
I'm ruthless I crips and bloods alike
Thug for life - come and catch the slug
mental frame feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I bang the city
gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat
Grab strap jacket to reach the tinted to peep
This is the beach now any nigga got a
Kobe eatin what he speakin once he get the muzzle
Struggle hard for my title and intend to it
You it? Then all invitations open

[Tray
I take old B's put 'em in the street
Then thats more busta's who claim they got heat
And then it takes seven more C's I start to reach
Then 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets
Tray never do it easy fool so dont expect it
Niggas get checked and sets disrespected
No question I'm all you ever that you was
Till you ran the boss and now you coughin up blood
Shoot first fools curse they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to loc up
All they talkin cause I'm chalkin districts off
Since this loss a purple nigga's me off
Conflict with my get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb back it's as as fuck
2-1 till I'm never run from the turf
the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse

[Kokane & {Snoop
[Kokane mumbling the end]
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
{They say Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}