Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
Bullets at window (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you to try to stop me from livin huh?
You've gotta ride better than
To move out in front of the
It's two and two
My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with
I ain't relaxed or back at home with my feet up
I drop Pradda, lock and load, the streets up
Ya'll takin pills, we penitentiary 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 team that's gon get me acquitted
G's is walkin out the courtroom like Jefferson
the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him
What ya'll thought, I gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin Sherman shit
I learnt this the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
The-the doctor Young
Compton, LB, ain't y'all can tell me
Goin hard on the till my dogs bail me
tells me I can't proceed wit it
I came back and got G wit it
smoking on that indo
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I woulda came but I was break, no mo
I'm rollin on some oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas though
I'm the realest and they all
You need a or you will choke
That's all a nigga will
Now, niggas get between their door (door)
I'm shakin all your shit the floor
And niggas get it
But be careful you ask for you just might get it
Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like
Clap six to ya niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
In other words, if your click
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 trying to get no
Infect the world leavin in an old sweater
Tell me if it ain't me, who got the plannin (yup)
Who got your tuned it and who keeps you listenin
Who your undivided attention
Who your panties wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the
At parties and shows, I regardless
Yo hardest flows stop this bombardment
I clench the vision there's no room for expansion
All prepared for war it's landin
A nightly stalker, in I walk
Mindin my own while haters throw
The more I succeed, the bitches clock
Through my peripheral vision I subconsciously
Waitin to you to tragedy see
Still smoking on that
Smoke, oh no don't 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 all know
You need a filter or you choke
That's all a nigga smoke