Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

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

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

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

lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the Lord or say to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr.
Claim where you from or we will where you move to

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

And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever keep the night goin'
Do what you do and you do it, do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live

goes out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya me
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
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, flippin' skirts like

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

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

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

This out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Rock ya and Timbo's

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

I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I can't
crazy I can't explain' 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 puff until my indo's
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
Welcome to Harlem A.K. New York City

We forever runnin' round, here creepin'
Up all 'cuz homey we ain't never sleepin'
But I to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, you can get it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, me no play we can take it
Never met a nigga take myself
Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta in the South, wild 5

I that money
I scared to throw my shit up
Soon as I throw it high up, back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive not fast
Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch

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

Get yo up bitch
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' drink a of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

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

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