Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Westcoast [Remix]

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

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

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

and dancin'
Y'all pills, we takin' 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
means I got a main defense team that's gon' get me acquitted
G's is out the courtroom like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin', the faggot had it to him

G

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

Compton, LB, ain't y'all can tell me
hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
They me I can't proceed wit' 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 niggas trip though, go
I'm the realest and all know real dope
You need a filter or you choke, indo
all a nigga will smoke, oh no

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

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

I'm funny in the tummy
And a nigga ain't been eatin' for weeks, I'm
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 your undivided
Who makes your panties wet,

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

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

Through my peripheral vision, I watch
to introduce you to tragedy see it's Knoc's landin'