Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

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

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

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

Shakin' and
Y'all pills, we takin' penitentiary chances
I'm too is
Never the same I hit it and quit it
You want it come get it, I'm it

I say that I'm wit' it
That means I got a main defense that's gon' get me acquitted
G's is out the courtroom like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin', the had it comin' to him

G

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

Compton, LB, ain't nothing can tell me
Goin' hard on the yard till my bail me
They tells me I can't wit' it
I came and got Warren G wit' it

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

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

Now, better 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 niggas start hoppin', never stoppin'
In words, if your click full
Can't press mute and it apply now

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

Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the planin'?
Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you
Who gots undivided attention?
Who your panties wet, girl?

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

All prepared for war it's landin'
A stalker, in shadows I walk
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 it's landin'