Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
Bullets at your (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin
You've gotta ride than that
To out in front of the pack
It's two and two
My raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid back at home my feet up
I Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up
Ya'll pills, we takin penitentiary chances
Never the same when I hit it and it
You it come get it, I'm wit it
I say that I'm wit it
That means I got a defense team that's gon get me acquitted
G's is walkin out the courtroom George Jefferson
the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him
What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna with a hit
Too much smokin that Sherman
I learnt this from the best that got sprung (what)
The-the doctor Andre
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can me
Goin hard on the yard till my bail me
tells me I can't proceed wit it
I came and got Warren G wit it
Still smoking on that
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on real oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas trip
I'm the realest and all know
You need a filter or you choke
That's all a will smoke
Now, niggas better get their door (door)
I'm shakin all shit onto the floor
And niggas get it
But be what you ask for you just might get it
Yo the undisputed middle champ runnin like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
In other words, if your full
Can't press and it don't apply now
I'm feelin in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)
I ain't to get no better
Infect the world leavin in an old sweater
Tell me if it me, who got the best plannin (yup)
Who got ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin
Who gots your attention
Who makes your panties wet (what)
Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the
At parties and shows, I regardless
Yo hardest flows couldn't this bombardment
I clench the till there's no room for expansion
All for war it's Knoc's landin
A nightly stalker, in I walk
Mindin my own haters throw soft
The more I succeed, the more bitches
Through my peripheral vision I watch
Waitin to you to tragedy see
smoking on that indo
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm on some real 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 will