Luyện nghe bài hát Omb

What's up
We're just up here in the studio dumping tracks
Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed tracks
We gotta kick a track to these motherfuckers
How we live life in Dago
So why don't you bring motherfucker in

That's what I'm about
Some funk
Some life funk
You what's up Vicious
How we get high,
Just peep the of the sick

From the dark side of SD, you all me as the Sombra
Striking like a cobra
Hold the fuck up if you think you're ride
With this money making hustler banging in the Westside
I die, I'm gonna be known
For busting raps, applying weed, and caps on my foes
In state of mind, but can you blame a fool
I already a million dollars and never attended high school
I cool until a motherfucker tests me
Tripping of sensi, leave your body messy, and Wessy
Won't let me sleep, quick to trip
On any thinking that he's creeping, no bullshit
So hit the joint, it in and pass it to the left
a phony fool feel like it's his last breath
Fast death you step out of line
Straight out the 619 where keep it live
At any time so check your nuts when heading five south
'cause the money making schemes is what it's all

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It's the one man battalion all the warfare
Come around my block and feel the tension from the cold
Beware you come to the 619
Where do time for violent crimes

I kick for the bangers, blast at these haters
alize and smoke weed with true players
Fakers better hide when they to the Westside
Another fallen victim to a
It's Mr. putting it down for Beyond
I'm a motherfucking soldier, one little and it's on
it on if you want to
You better blast or your heart is stop soon
Make for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters
Watch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God ya
I tried to tell you little not to test my skills
Now calling up the dentist for a new grill
Feel the pain when I storm the rain
I smoke Mary Jane and I love to bang
with my dogs, straight break laws
Take up all and unload on all frauds
When duty calls you know that a must
To on any motherfucker that you don't trust
on

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Pay attention, interrupt or get jumped on
Wicked San Diego is the that I come from
California, the State is
Thirty eight with hollow points is what I'm holding
Smoking weed till my lungs bleed, I a breather
Underneath the seed I got a baggy of reefer
Leave a numb from the fumes
Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use shoes
No clues to check me down, so hoping
Hope you have a better chance of your lady getting poked
Ain't that a bitch, a little dog chasing it's own
on my little enemy with the WT cartel
Clientele keep coming, Dago's most
For all the fucking drugs and those riots I started
number one on the top ten fugitives
All because I roll bald headed balling lunatics
Crucifix from the rear view mirror
Oh the ride we slide, I am your superior

x2]

So that's basically the way it everyday in Dago
And if you can't take the heat stay the fuck out of my
You petty minded
We rules, and you fools
AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs