Luyện nghe bài hát The Dugout

'ello, I would to meet
Some from da bootcamp
top dawg, louieville, yaknahmsayin?
..
Whattup all you at boot camp,

Yo I got them new o.g.c. and whatnot
It's madd, bangin kid
Yo uhh I just, givin a call
To y'all how dope all y'all are
You like, one of my groups
The whole boot camp is like
Ya know, just da bomb,
..

Is there a caller out there? "l-o-u, slugga"

Thanks for just makin all bangin
Music for me to listen to, me "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga"
to do y'know? and thanks for
Not all commercialized "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga"

Right, you very much
Thank you much
We gonna keep the shit comin "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga"
Uh-huh,

buckshot and bootcamp

Louie louie, ohh, ohh "l-o-u, slugga"
You let em know
Gotta let em know "l-o-u, slugga"
(repeat 2x)

Batter's up! 'ville slugga, clap wit gun wun
Starang wondah, d.o.'s on
I hear talk about burners, you know them
Had gat happy, to slap thee 'pon the streets like ? i heat
But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed stockings
And wishes, true two snatch his christmas
No hustle, no game, shit do change
For instance, let this nigga paint the
Three men fall, suffer from withdrawal
Three hit the top, get stuck, but move no more
Three rise your eye of da storm
Cruise above and beyond, brother grab buns
No fun because on

"l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga", "l-o-u, slugga"
"comin for you, so
Run.. run.. run for cover"

Uh-huh, uh-huh
In the outfield playin, here we go,
Street exam on my headz (gotcha)
Math, science,
All you motherfuckers claimin it's strictly biz-ness
On your behalf, shape your mass
Single deuce-deuce you boots there'll be no tails/tales
Just beginning, to all thy foes trembling
Remem-bring, ain't a damn giving
To clik, so, fucks best get off it
airtime with rhymes about garments
You dead, there'll be no war be said
Jet, baby bro you gwan to break a leg
You can't see, weak-ass close as you
That's the type of shit make you niggaz say, "damn!"
Think, your 3-d, ready to broke in species?
I feed you fools your own
The battle, gunn clap two hack fools
My motherfuckin crew not have you
I drop lines to minds
But then recite mines given the right time
I put the mood in groove, you be like
'oooh he's smooth I that dude,' correction --
No disrespectin the God why your heads bob
In the dick lick motion, I move these here
Way back into the ocean, huss bust it off that
To the gunn two clap

Who wanna of this, you'll be our guests left motionless
Para', I see you shakin in your
You caught up, from our come up, dumb-faceted
Goin for the gold, cause here, it ain't just

(substitute "so motherfuckers run for cover" for scratches)

"so motherfuckers run for cover" *cut and to fade*