Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This goes out to my crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Candy on D's and fo's

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Snoop 'Lac
Wit the in the back

I rep it like a mayor
Summin' a playa mayn
St. Louis
And I'm Murphy Lee the killer

As-salaama lakem, salaam
Praise the or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr.
Claim where you from or we will claim where you to

Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody say shit
I got STL on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' for 'em

And keep it for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar gon' keep the night goin'
Do you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

This out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
Hit the switch on yo six

Naps, rock, skit Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, in the Cadillac
Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, skirts like acrobats

Now dip wit ya nigga, I take you on a
that place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the shack

Los where they sag to the mud
the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't to get at

I rock a 5 double O wit the nose
Stop, drop the top I at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in 'cuz I stay in the traffic

This goes out to my East Coast
ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
ya hoodies and Timbo's

Yo, yo, in the party like
Sippin' on like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they
gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they for me
Lil' Jon you wit us

I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I can't
It's crazy I can't it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she to mop and glow
Lovin' this 'cuz we gonna rock and roll

I huff and until my indo's gone
So I, get to wit my Timbo's on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York

We runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz homey we ain't sleepin'
But I came to do wit my derrty Murphy
niggas betta obey, 'cuz you can get it

This goes out to my Dirty South
ya S up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
If ya tempted to throw bows

Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit
Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch
We drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this

We that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no
We represent that
We expectin' no shit

We wild out in the
shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we don't give a

Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 a nigga go
I'm a fly nigga, ho South cold's great
low when get cake

Yeah, me no play we can take it
met a nigga take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, 5

I represent that
I ain't scared to my shit up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back,
I'm screwed up I slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash,

I'm from the I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 fo' in my pants
you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp on my breath

Get yo hands up
Show yo clit
Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we rock it to this bitch
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

We that Dirty
We expectin' no shit
We that Dirty
We expectin' no shit

We wild out in the
Same shit we don't a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we give a fuck