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 livin huh?
You've gotta ride better than
To move out in front of the
It's two and two
My raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid at home with my feet up
I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the up
Ya'll takin pills, we takin chances
Never the same I hit it and quit it
You it come get it, I'm wit it
I say that I'm wit it
That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me
G's is walkin out the courtroom George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it to him
What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna with a hit
Too much smokin that shit
I learnt from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
The-the doctor Andre
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can me
Goin on the yard till my dogs bail me
tells me I can't proceed wit it
I back and got Warren G wit it
Still smoking on that
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I woulda but I was dead break, no mo
I'm on some real oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas though
I'm the realest and all know
You a filter or you will choke
That's all a nigga smoke
Now, niggas get between their door (door)
I'm all your shit onto the floor
And niggas 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 niggas start (Sheist never stoppin)
In other words, if your click
Can't press mute and it don't now
I'm funny 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 Vicks 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 gots your attention
Who your panties wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna up the draws
At parties and shows, I regardless
Yo hardest flows couldn't this bombardment
I clench the till there's no room for expansion
All prepared for war Knoc's landin
A nightly stalker, in shadows I
Mindin my own while haters soft
The more I succeed, the bitches clock
Through my peripheral vision I watch
Waitin to you to tragedy 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 some oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas trip
I'm the realest and they all
You need a or you will choke
That's all a will smoke