Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

Super
Mr X to tha Z
Yeah,
LA indo, and mack 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 front of the pack, it's two and two

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

Shakin' and
Y'all takin' pills, we penitentiary chances
I'm too is
the same when I hit it and quit it
You want it come get it, I'm it

When I say I'm wit' it
That means I got a main defense team 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 gonna return with a hit
Too much that Sherman shit
I learnt this from the that got y'all sprung
The, the Andre Young

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

West coast, 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 niggas though, let's go
I'm the and they all know real dope
You need a filter or you choke, indo
That's all a will smoke, oh no

Now, niggas better get between door, door
I'm shakin' all shit onto the floor
And niggas get it
But be careful what you ask for you just get it

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

I'm funny in the tummy
And a nigga ain't been for weeks, I'm sick
I ain't 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 tuned it and who you listenin'?
Who gots your undivided
Who makes your wet, girl?

Hold up, pause, which on TV
That you see makes you give 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 prepared for war it's landin'
A nightly stalker, in I walk
Mindin' my own while haters soft
The more I succeed, the bitches clock

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