Luyện nghe bài hát Now Is The Time

[Kokane & Dogg}]
Oh.......Chassa-dee
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - way too crazy}
La da da da da da da
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
the LB....LB
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too

Deee]
What up 'cause? You know aint nothin different on
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 niggaz hats off as soon as my gat
The last thought you rappin niggaz should
Is you can never get a with Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you
The general a do low
Admit I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and
By my presence I'm a answer to hate
A rider with the mind - I pushed him outta his way
Fools petty and they steady comin with bullshit
A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck I go in the dash

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

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

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

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