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 gave you
To try to stop me from livin', huh? Try faggot
You've gotta ride better that
To move out in front of the pack, two thousand and two

My raps got my backpack
Strapped and with plaques
I ain't relaxed or back at home with my feet up
I drop Pravda, lock and load, heat the 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 want it come get it, I'm it

When I say I'm wit' it
That means I got a main team that's 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 smokin' that shit
I learnt from the best that got y'all sprung
The, the doctor Young

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

West coast, smoking on that indo
Smoke, oh no, pretend, oh no
I came 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 realest and they all know dope
You need a filter or you choke, indo
all a nigga will smoke, oh no

Now, niggas better get 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 champ runnin' like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin', Shiest never
In other words, if your full
press mute and it don't apply now

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

landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best 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 makes you wanna up the draws
At and shows, I mash regardless
Yo hardest couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no room for

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

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