Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
at your window (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you permission to try to me from livin huh?
You've ride better than that
To move out in of the pack
two thousand and two
My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled plaques
I relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
I Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up
Ya'll takin pills, we penitentiary chances
Never the same I hit it and quit 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 out the courtroom like 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 Sherman shit
I learnt this from the best that got ya'll (what)
The-the doctor Andre
Compton, LB, nothing y'all can tell me
Goin hard on the till my dogs bail me
They tells me I proceed wit it
I came back and got G wit it
smoking on that indo
Smoke, oh no pretend oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm on some real oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas trip
I'm the realest and all know
You need a or you will choke
That's all a nigga will
Now, niggas better get between door (door)
I'm all your shit onto the floor
And niggas get it
But be careful what you ask for you might get it
Yo the middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
In words, if your click full
Can't press and it don't apply now
I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been for weeks (I'm sick)
I ain't to get no better
Infect the leavin Vicks in an old sweater
Tell me if it me, who got the best plannin (yup)
Who got your ears it and who keeps you listenin
Who gots undivided attention
Who makes your wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV you see makes you wanna give up the draws
At parties and shows, I mash
Yo hardest flows couldn't stop bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no for expansion
All for war it's Knoc's landin
A nightly stalker, in I walk
Mindin my own while haters throw
The more I succeed, the bitches clock
Through my peripheral I watch subconsciously
to introduce you to tragedy see
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no pretend oh no
I woulda came but I was break, no mo
I'm on some real oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas trip
I'm the realest and they all
You a filter or you will choke
all a nigga will smoke