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 me from livin', huh? Try again faggot
You've gotta better than that
To move out in front of the pack, it's two and two

My backpack got my backpack
Strapped and filled plaques
I relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
I Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up
You fuck

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

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

G

What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna with a hit
Too much that Sherman shit
I learnt from the best that 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 proceed wit' it
I back and got Warren G wit' it

West coast, still smoking on that
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 real dope
You need a filter or you choke, indo
That's all a nigga smoke, oh no

Now, niggas get between their door, door
I'm shakin' all your shit the floor
And don't get it
But be careful what you ask for you just get it

Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin' like
Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin', Shiest never
In other words, if your click
Can't press mute and it apply now

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

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

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

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

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