Luyện nghe bài hát Purp And Yellow

[Snoop
L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)

Yeah uh-huh, you know it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and

[Chorus: Wiz
uh-huh, you know what it is
I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin nothin
When I off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my to my diamonds, I'm in
and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow

[Snoop
Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black
Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the State
In a six-deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit and roll
Fish and chips, bounce down to Pau Gasol
We don't a damn, about the big three
L.A. sho' we 'bout to three-peat
aAd you can bet, on the set
Ron about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and a fact
next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack

Yeah... Louis don, uhh
Purple yellow Lambo' I'm ridin
Top the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill
Blow it in the air boy bet he feel that
Purp and yellow, and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin Phil at
ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them whips
Them Cutlasses, them
That leather be them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know
Pops taught me how to get low when the clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I that
Nigga better know that, boy they ain't
Sawed off shotty - what sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that
I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that truck and get lost
Boy you playin a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me
Keep yo' girl than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a ass
was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you what it is
on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!

Ridin Rosecrans, Compton, California
Turn on the wrong street they might on ya
Home of the baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow
a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles
But I'm an angel though and yo' a pigeon
Its money over e'rything, girl you the vision
Never a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade
Brought out 50 up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin borin
I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some who foreign
I took your from you boy, youse a mark
My white do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, that
Y'all know what it is man
If you don't you by now