Luyện nghe bài hát Westside Driveby

[E A Ski
Yay, Yay
Wassup Kay Slay, Its the big E A Ski
Ya know, And I brought some Coast riders with me
ride on ya bitch ass
You got a problem Kay, You got a problem with us nigga
Ya know, Got MC Ren and the Coast Kam
Hey yo Ren it

[MC
Nigga who tryin to with the Ville'
my dick, Fuck this trick and slay my scrill
Slap the taste outta ya grill
When I'm fuckin' with Kam and Ski shit is fa real
Straight blastin' fools with these Coast shots
Compton and Watts, My Bay got glocks
Niggaz runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an an cussin'
Ren smoked a while Ski and Kam was bustin'
Now you bitch ass niggaz ain't sayin
When we pull to the curb, Nigga stop
This West shit, Cant be fucked with
Or duplicated, You bitches can it
Villian is back with Ski
While he with his back to me
West Coast drive-by, it happens everyday
Bitch ass mothafuckas chased away
It go

[Chorus: MC
Woop,
them fuckin' police
Woop,
bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone
Nigga up
run from the drive-by
When we by

Woop,
Thats them fuckin'
Woop,
Them comin' for me
You know the West ride
Nigga up
Bitches run from the
When we by

[E A
I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and
Hit ya block up, Leave a nigga wet
So I'd watch scatter like roaches with the lights on
You on the block, But you won't it back home
You better hope this bullet got God in it, (Pray)
And I miss, When I got my eye on it
And I'm shootin' to blow the back and the out
It's all real, I would hate for you to out
Who the fuck it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is crackin'
And the corners is caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off the
Dogg, Lay you flat
Empty out the clips 'til you the (Click) sound
Uh-huh, You better know who the fuck you with, (Who's that)
It's Mr. Ski, The West Coast

Niggaz hate me for the I'm foldin'
The rank I'm
The dank I'm
They hate to see a gangsta rollin'
I gutter like I'm bowling, Collectin' my ends
Tryin' to throw strikes at all these white pins
In the Beamer or the Benz, or the truck
'Til my people delevered, Man I give a fuck
pushin' the line with mine
Treat I'm with good
Anti-Hollywood and I keep my shit
A true thug, Ya gotta it
I into a club tennis shoes, jeans, white tee and a fitted
to get it crackin', Wassup, I'm sayin'
You to go or what, I mean, You playin'
Dyke girls actin' niggas, Niggaz actin' like bitches
So I just kick and keep stackin' my riches
Focus on my chips and give real talk
So Bloods can to it and the Crips can still walk

[MC
It go
Woop,
Thats fuckin' police
Woop,
Them bitches for me
You know the West gone
Nigga up
Bitches run the drive-by
we pass by
Nigga, we pass by
Nigga, we pass by
You bitches run the drive-by
Drive-by, run from the drive-by