Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 West Coast

Yeah, (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
Bullets at window (dangerous)
Ruthless, hostile,
Who gave you permission to try to stop me from huh?
You've gotta 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 relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the up
Ya'll takin pills, we penitentiary chances
Never the same I hit it and quit it
You it come get it, I'm wit it
When I say I'm wit it
means I got a main defense 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 from the best that got sprung (what)
The-the doctor Andre
Compton, LB, ain't y'all can tell me
Goin hard on the yard till my dogs me
They me I can't proceed wit it
I came back and got G wit it
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no pretend oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on real oh no
Bout to get it, but trip though
I'm the realest and all know
You a filter or you will choke
That's all a will smoke
Now, niggas better get their door (door)
I'm shakin all your shit 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
six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
In words, if your click full
Can't mute and it don't apply now
I'm feelin funny in the and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)
I trying to get no better
Infect the world leavin in an old sweater
me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)
Who got ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin
Who gots your undivided
Who makes your wet girl (what)
Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna up the draws
At and shows, I mash regardless
Yo hardest flows couldn't stop bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no room for
All for war it's Knoc's landin
A nightly stalker, in shadows I
my own while haters throw soft
The more I succeed, the more bitches
Through my vision I watch subconsciously
to introduce you to tragedy see
Still on that indo
Smoke, oh no don't oh no
I came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on some oh no
Bout to get it, but niggas though
I'm the and they all know
You need a filter or you will
That's all a nigga smoke