Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
at your window (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you permission to try to stop me from huh?
You've gotta better than that
To move out in front of the
two thousand and two
My backpack got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid at home with my feet up
I drop Pradda, and load, heat the streets up
Ya'll takin pills, we takin chances
Never the same when I hit it and it
You want it get it, I'm wit it
When I say I'm wit it
That means I got a main defense that's gon get me acquitted
G's is walkin out the like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it to him
What ya'll thought, I gonna return with a hit
Too much that Sherman shit
I learnt from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
The-the doctor Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing can tell me
hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
They tells me I proceed wit it
I came back and got G wit it
Still smoking on that
Smoke, oh no pretend oh no
I woulda but I was dead break, no mo
I'm on some real oh no
to get it, but niggas trip though
I'm the realest and all know
You need a or you will choke
all a nigga will smoke
Now, better get between their door (door)
I'm shakin all shit onto the floor
And don't get it
But be what you ask for you just might get it
Yo the undisputed middle weight champ like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
In words, if your click full
Can't mute and it don't apply now
I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)
I trying to get no better
the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater
Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best (yup)
Who got your ears tuned it and who you listenin
Who gots your attention
Who makes panties wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV you see makes you wanna give up the draws
At and shows, I mash regardless
Yo flows couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the till there's no room for expansion
All for war it's Knoc's landin
A stalker, in shadows I walk
Mindin my own while haters soft
The more I succeed, the more bitches
Through my peripheral vision I watch
Waitin to introduce you to see
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no pretend oh no
I woulda came but I was break, no mo
I'm rollin on some oh no
Bout to get it, but trip though
I'm the realest and they all
You need a filter or you will
That's all a nigga smoke