Luyện nghe bài hát On The Westside

Verse 1 Dillinger]

Yeah, ridin' down the street, smoke out the
Pocket of loot, see I aint afraid to shoot
Got my suit on, I keep it so original
To fit in with bloods and crips and straight criminals
Kurupt my n**a, Kokane with him
Bounce and ride to this a**s rhythm
Set your adjust your amps
Ya know chillin' your girl yeah adjust ya tramp
Tell her that i'm in town for one night (night)
So stop b***h get it right
See I'm a Pound gangsta, it explains itself
Ask ya who cocked, when did he need some help
See I aint for the b.s, the party frizesh
Take it back to the 80's, I'm cold
What do you got left? Tha called Daz
Mr Dillinger willin' to gettin' off in yo

[Kokane]

Out on the westside, is how we ride
When I get my gangsta boogie on, I smoke like Cheech and
On the westside, this is how we
Where the be so damn fine, we keep it bangin' all the time

Verse 2

West, young Eliot Ness
Ride up up on a n**a nest
it on the walls, or ink it ya chest
Wicked malibu ss
Posted a champ on the corner, we'll corner ya
ambulance, coroner warrior
California
B*** s**t's nothin'
Talkin' that tryna run up on me
You might get hit, thinkin' you get touched
F**n' around with us thinkin you won't get on n***a
your horses or get ya horse took
Perfect shot, west rider, don't look
Inhale endo, only hit
Daz and is the line I push
Kokane game a hundred below
westcoast gangsta flow