Luyện nghe bài hát Regulate

It was a clear black night, a white moon
G. is on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some
rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone

Just hit the of the L.B.C.
On a trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of skirts ain't no to tweak
All you know what's up with 213

So I hooks a on the 21 to Lewis
Some brothas dice so I said "let's do this"
I out the ride, and said"what's up?"
Some pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck"

Since girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin so they straight hit the curb
Gonna think of things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some all in his mix

I'm gettin jacked, I'm myself
I can't believe taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my
I looked at the brothas and "damn, what's next?"

They got my hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up quick before they start to clown
I besta pull out my strap and lay busters down

They got to my head
I think I'm down
I can't believe this happened in my home
If I had I would fly
Let me
I in the cut and I see my homey Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the
Nate Dogg is about to make some turn cold
Now droppin and yellin
a tad bit late
Nate and Warren G. had to regulate

I laid all them down
I let my gat
Now I'm my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts back and observe
I left a gang of those over there on the curb

Now got the freaks
And that's a known
I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up back up 'cause on
and me
The to the G

Just like I
They in the same spot
In of some desperate help
The Dogg and the G-child
in need of something else
One of them dames was as hell
I said "ooh I like size"
She said "my car's down and you seem real nice,"
"would you let me ride?"
I got a car of girls and it's going real swell
The next stop is the side motel

I'm
Onto a new level

Stept
I ya

On a whole new
The rythmn is the and the base is the treble


We


Where rythmn is
And life is
If you know I know
You don't to step to this
the G-Funk era
Funked out with a twist
If you smoke I smoke
Then you high like
And if your ass is a
213 will