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 paint on D's and

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Snoop Dogg
Wit the diamond in the

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

As-salaama lakem, lakem
the Lord or say peace to God
I'm a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
where you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em

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

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

Naps, rock, West 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
Through that place worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the wit skirts at the Caddy shack

Los where they sag to the mud
Drop the let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car of "blat"
Why A's decay, we hard to get at

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

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

Yo, yo, step in the party
Sippin' on like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics like
It's gettin' for me
Girls, they for me
Jon you wit us homey?

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

I huff and puff until my gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We be floppin' homey, we all critic
to Harlem World A.K. New York City

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

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

Get yo hands up
Show yo goddamn
Get yo up bitch
Show yo goddamn

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

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

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

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

Yeah, me no we can take it outside
Never met a take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, 5

I represent that
I ain't scared to throw my up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back,
I'm screwed up I drive 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 goddamn
Get yo hands up
Show yo clit

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

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

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