Luyện nghe bài hát The Grande Finale

Check out, we've come to the last and final record
is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it
Off a little somethis like this, we got my mella boy
On the drums, we got the guitar man dropping the rhythm

We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I the whole posse
In this to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Aight, so Ice Cube, you the bird on this muthafucka, run it

Picture a nigga raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is on
I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the

My melody is deadly as a pin in a
5 seconds before you get
You can't throw me, I you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya up

Then I take advantage, you manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube shit up
Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a on

Collision, stutter is an incision
Of a saying exactly what I vision
I'm gone, you think I left you all
But I stay in yo' ass cholesterol

When I blast solid ass alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim
I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital the penalty

in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's
Out skull 'cause being dull on a flow
Is an N O, niggas didn't that I can go

Off and show off to off the law
Turn, 10 paces then draw
What's left is a dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the finale

Yea, yea, that was but we need
The muthafucking villian to so kick it

The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to
So let weak muthafuckas to dust
If weak it ain't my fault
Just a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt

And niggas that's just to taste me
I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for
And on the dope they from the flash
And swing like a bit when he's in a whiplash

Giving him 'cause I'm urgent
Rearrange the face like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture
Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your

label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now after me
I'm wanted by the law so I low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my

In a stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the page
For what, for stealing and stepping up to the
And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a

For what? 'cause I'm Ren
And when they clean up shit, yo, do it again
So fuck it, sit back and relax
While Eazy the facts kicking the grande finale

Yea, y'all know what it is
muthafucking E is in the house doing damage

The name is Eazy for me to come off the inforcer'
Mass murder in a course of
An everyday situation where I stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a walk-by

and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is some, you feeling
I'm arrested, assault and battery
(For what?)

Never outdone, only
the bitches and the hoes boo hooing
Why 'cause they're addicted to my
The of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea)

And never when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton head
Cool but local like loc never
they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this

I give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a name
(Word)
Get me and then rap
'Cause all the bullshit money ain't jack

Eazy but not that to deal wit
Especially if poppin' bullshit
Put the E A Z Y and to the E
Expression of thought on the grand finale

Yea, that shit was funky, but not leas
Is the muthafuking D.O.C., is your album
So means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

Swinging, singing a new rap
On a rhythm by my homie in the back
And if it makes you giggle, it be kinda funny
But to me it's kinda cool, I'm money
(Tell 'em why)

Tripping up the man wit the,
([Unverified])
Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be it
Taking a second for me to your mind
I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock

But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the
It's rough, I mean funky enuff for me
And you can have a listen after and this
And D O N 'T M O V E wit out

the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
The normal man and I'll be if a sucker can
Ever wit the elite
Much less beat, like dancing wit 2 left feet

Never smile the D.O.C. is in the room
Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of
I got raw when I to Cali
Now wit NWA on the muthafuking finale