Luyện nghe bài hát We Rest In Cali

[Snoop
My goodness my gracious shell toe with the fat blue laces
Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white paces
Drink til you drop 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
squab scrap whatever it was
And live to about it and we get old cause
And keep a pack of zig for that good old bud
We do a house party the fuck is a club
And the ese's they most of the drugs
La hell and [?]
We get yeah and we do low ride
Represent it and nope no not I
That's the code in every hood that you
Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your
O.G. the that I call home
Lac like that and it's sitting on chrome
Plaque in back in Lac
Antennas wake you up for a rat to set a new trap
Swinging the track dripping curl juice on your
Breaking hearts like Roger and Zapp

Collins:]
Back in the day it was cheaper to her
Hang out with your friends and the reefer
Pound for pound we the baddest in town
You just had to get up for the get
Some say we the generation
But we education

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

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

Back in the day it was cheaper to her
Hang out with your and smoking the reefer
Pound for pound we were the in town
You had to get up for the get down
say we the next generation
But we lack
Hanging the crew of devastation
but we one nation mama
Hanging with the bobba