Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
at your window (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you to try to stop me from livin huh?
You've gotta better than that
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 laid back at home my feet up
I drop Pradda, lock and load, the streets up
Ya'll takin pills, we takin chances
the same when I hit it and quit it
You it come get it, I'm wit it
When I say I'm wit it
That means I got a main defense team gon get me acquitted
G's is walkin out the courtroom like George
the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him
What ya'll thought, I gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin that Sherman
I learnt from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
The-the Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can me
Goin on the yard till my dogs bail me
They me I can't proceed wit it
I came back and got 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 on some real oh no
to get it, but niggas trip though
I'm the realest and all know
You need a 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 careful what you ask for you just 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 click
Can't mute 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 Vicks in an old
Tell me if it me, who got the best plannin (yup)
Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you
Who gots your attention
Who makes your wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV that you see you wanna give up the draws
At parties and shows, I mash
Yo hardest couldn't stop this bombardment
I the vision till there's no room for expansion
All prepared for war Knoc's landin
A stalker, in shadows I walk
Mindin my own while haters soft
The I succeed, the more bitches clock
Through my peripheral I watch subconsciously
Waitin to introduce you to 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 niggas though
I'm the realest and all know
You need a or you will choke
all a nigga will smoke