Luyện nghe bài hát We Rest In Cali

[Snoop
My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat laces
Hand full of aces trumped up trunk white wall paces
Drink til you motherfucker cop
Old English 800 on the
Way St. Ide's came to the spot
Niggas used to hang out and do the pop
And if we got into some shit we never pop
We'd scrap whatever it was
And live to talk it and we get old cause
And a pack of zig zags for that good old bud
We do a house what the fuck is a club
And the ese's they sold of the drugs
La hell and [?]
We get money yeah and we do low
Represent it and nope no not I
That's the code in every hood you roam
Fastest way to catch a hot slug in dome
O.G. the place that I home
Black Lac that and it's sitting on chrome
Plaque in back in Lac
wake you up for a rat trying to set a new trap
Swinging the track dripping curl on your back
Breaking hearts like and Zapp motherfucker

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Back in the day it was cheaper to her
Hang out with friends and smoking the reefer
Pound for pound we were the baddest in
You just had to get up for the get
Some say we the next
But we lack

[Goldie
[?] mad dog 20/20
Silver satin blue Aid sagging in my Dickies
I got my loccs on sailing my neighborhood
you slipping on them bricks it ain't all good
Front kicker Glock spitter
and gold flag across my face when I get you
3 wheeler turning up the Alpine
[?] while I listen to the
[?] blue Crips all by the front
side rip riding gang banging all I know
Heart break hotel puppy neck kicker
I grew up on that crazy one five
If you from my block then hop something
And I ain't talking bout no peel block hunting
Blue corduroys while I'm on my brick phone
14 years old had to bring the shit
My uncle Sugar showed me how to bag it up
at the block now nigga it's sewed up
I ain't playing with you old pubas
Peace out Rolando ran things no [?]
Now take a of this 8 ball sipper
Look down at my shoes blue strings
Goldie Loc will this motherfucker crack-a-lackin
The only thing I wanna hear is gang rapping

[Bootsy
say we the next generation
But we lack
Hanging with the of devastation
but we one nation mama
Tally-ho and we go
See you next week with a brand new
When you funk here ain't nothing consensual
You I funk so hard you gonna need your parent's credential
Now I'm in the street cause I my sheep
But now I know where to find
Now how cool is cold when you're trying to
Standing next to me son you take a seat
Can't none of you cut throats like me
You better with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree
Why oh why do I think like
If I am with the dog you be a cat
Now and away we go
See you next week with a brand new
I want the bomb I want O.G. back
There's a going on in my head
While I think about the blood that we
Then uh when the player play
a party going on up in here

Back in the day it was to keep her
Hang out with friends and smoking the reefer
for pound we were the baddest in town
You just had to get up for the get
Some say we the next
But we lack
Hanging the crew of devastation
Yeah but we one mama
with the Snoopatronics bobba