Luyện nghe bài hát Purp And Yellow

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

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

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

Dogg]
Swish! Twenty-fo', Black Mamba
Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, the Golden State
In a yellow six-deuce with the plates
I dip and dodge, I hit and roll
Fish and chips, pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn, the big three
L.A. Lake' we 'bout to three-peat
aAd you can bet, on the set
Ron about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and that's a
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the 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' that
Blow it in the air boy bet he feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and
Watch me like you sittin with Phil at
ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood
Cutlasses, them Cadillacs
That be grippin them wood tips
I was up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that
Pops me how to get low when the flow clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I that
Nigga better know that, boy they playin
Sawed off shotty - what sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in LeComp
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 wetter than Game on a
Ooh cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties
on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!

Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton,
Turn on the wrong street they might on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's 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 e'rything, girl you know the vision
Never a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade
out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin
I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some who foreign
I took your girlfriend you boy, youse a mark
My white do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

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