Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

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

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

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

Shakin' and
Y'all pills, we takin' penitentiary chances
I'm too is
the same when I hit it and quit it
You want it 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 out the courtroom like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin', the faggot had it to him

G

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

Compton, LB, ain't y'all can tell me
Goin' on the yard till my dogs bail me
They tells me I can't wit' it
I back and got Warren G wit' it

West coast, still smoking on indo
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 real
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 shakin' all shit onto the floor
And niggas get it
But be careful you ask for you just might get it

Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin' Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins start hoppin', Shiest never stoppin'
In other words, if your full
Can't mute and it don't apply now

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

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

up, pause, which nigga 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 landin'
A stalker, in shadows I walk
Mindin' my own while haters soft
The I succeed, the more bitches clock

Through my vision, I watch subconsciously
Waitin' to introduce you to see it's Knoc's landin'