Luyện nghe bài hát Off That Chewy

how can sick can one be
you think im off PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of niggas never of me
i beware of me
now scared of me
hu...i said to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got
the nasty Jim Jones
ya in the head,
steal toes to the
poted dank, its your choice
niggas my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make ball and nob
the hand of a true dog god
cross ya foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you
cause i gots all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the
cause when i say it, i mean no
the frisco hitler, turnin cali to
im a down muthafucka when my homies
20 rock while my roll up like fog
this was a triple six verse not a four
and after this, im gonna give you some

and it don't stop
yeah and it quit
dre dog is in the
that muthafuckin bullshit

my father me, my mother couldn't handle me
thats why i made ill of my family
you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord
ask whats up nigga, two plus
cause when i catch you im gonna bust your
up a blunt, chewy and tai stick
i caine, and do cocktails
make way for the six five killa
love to box and don't care if i die
with fists will open and shut your eye
hate dre dog, so i'll die one day
but reappear like the on easter sunday
yeah, dankers to call me puff daddy
dippin in a caddy, pant hood a
i don't play dead, i don't roll
turn ya back and i'll break ya
a voice that will sufficate your ass like
a that will chug a lug battery acid
im dre dog, can you im high?
nigga a shovel, dig deep into my mind
you violatin, and a ya a chin
and after this muthafucka come again

yeah and it stop
yeah and it don't
dre dog is in the
fuck that bullshit

yeah and it won't
yeah and it don't
dre dog is in the
that muthafuckin bullshit

open up the frisco of hell
fillmo, HP, dre, RBL
and the siccer i come, the they run
im in a rage, off that and cocaine
you got my fade that was my chewy
ya crew cause ya crew never knew me
and just like the world turns muthafucka that like mase
when dre dog is in ya
so come nigga, but im a come
finger will make ya call me jack the ripper
and then i'll yo back like a flower seed
punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes
dre dog won't
cause its 187 on a cop
and ya stripes get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a young black pit
indo or tai, nigga get high
2 to 3 blunts and the red eyes
plot, watch me
911, 415, coughnut im in a hot
get ya glock, and ya your there for me
and fortay get the of OCP
and all the punks will pound
you want to hear with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album
but for now a scripture,
in the back of the bible see my picture
ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a team
and man im ghost and oh yeah dreams