Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

Super
Mr X to tha Z
Yeah,
LA indo, gangster and mo
Bullets at window, dangerous

Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you
To try to me from livin', huh? Try again faggot
You've ride better than that
To move out in of the pack, it's two thousand and two

My raps got my backpack
and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid at home with my feet up
I drop Pravda, and load, heat the streets up
You fuck

Shakin' and
Y'all takin' pills, we takin' penitentiary
I'm too is
Never the same when I hit it and it
You want it 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 out the courtroom like George Jefferson
the interviewin', the faggot had it comin' to him

G

What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna with a hit
Too much that Sherman shit
I learnt this from the best that got sprung
The, the doctor Young

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 came back and got G wit' it

coast, still smoking on that indo
Smoke, oh no, pretend, oh no
I woulda but I was dead broke, no mo
I'm rollin' on real, oh no

'Bout to get it, but trip though, let's go
I'm the realest and they all know dope
You need a or you will choke, indo
That's all a will smoke, oh no

Now, niggas better get 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 middle weight champ runnin' like Hopkins
Clap six to ya niggas start hoppin', Shiest never stoppin'
In other words, if your full
Can't press mute and it don't now

I'm feelin' in the tummy
And a nigga ain't been eatin' for weeks, I'm
I ain't trying to get no but rather
the world leavin' Vicks in a old sweater

Knoc's landin', tell me if it me, who got the best planin'?
Who got ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'?
Who your undivided attention?
Who makes panties wet, girl?

Hold up, pause, which on TV
That you see makes you wanna give up the
At parties and shows, I regardless
Yo hardest couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the till there's no room for expansion

All prepared for war it's Knoc's
A nightly stalker, in shadows I
Mindin' my own while haters soft
The more I succeed, the bitches clock

Through my peripheral vision, I subconsciously
Waitin' to introduce you to tragedy see Knoc's landin'