Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

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

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

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

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

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

G

What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return a hit
Too much that Sherman 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 proceed it
I back and got Warren G wit' it

West coast, still on that indo
Smoke, oh no, pretend, oh no
I woulda came but I was broke, no mo
I'm on some real, oh no

'Bout to get it, but trip 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 nigga smoke, oh no

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

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

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

Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the planin'?
Who got your tuned it and who keeps you listenin'?
Who gots undivided attention?
Who makes panties 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 the vision till there's no room for expansion

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

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