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 front of the
two thousand and two
My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with
I ain't relaxed or laid back at home my feet up
I drop Pradda, lock and load, 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
I say that I'm wit it
That I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted
G's is walkin out the courtroom like George
Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it to him
What ya'll thought, I wasn't return with a hit
Too smokin that Sherman shit
I learnt this from the that got ya'll sprung (what)
doctor Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can me
hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
They tells me I proceed wit it
I back and got Warren G wit it
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on real oh no
to get it, but niggas trip though
I'm the realest and they all
You need a filter or you choke
all a nigga will smoke
Now, niggas better get between door (door)
I'm shakin all your shit onto the
And don't get it
But be careful what you ask for you might get it
Yo the undisputed middle champ runnin like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist stoppin)
In other words, if your click
press mute and it don't apply now
I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't eatin for weeks (I'm sick)
I ain't trying to get no
Infect the world Vicks in an old sweater
Tell me if it me, who got the best plannin (yup)
Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you
Who gots your undivided
Who makes panties wet girl (what)
nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws
At parties and shows, I regardless
Yo hardest couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the vision till no room for expansion
All prepared for war it's landin
A nightly stalker, in shadows I
my own while haters throw soft
The more I succeed, the bitches clock
Through my peripheral vision I watch
Waitin to introduce you to see
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I woulda but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on real oh no
to get it, but niggas trip though
I'm the and they all know
You need a filter or you choke
That's all a nigga will