Luyện nghe bài hát Westside Driveby

[E A Ski
Yay, Yay
Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski
Ya know, And I some West Coast riders with me
That'll ride on ya 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 fuck with the
Grab my dick, Fuck this trick and my scrill
Slap the taste outta ya grill
When I'm fuckin' Kam and Ski nigga shit is fa real
blastin' fools with these West Coast shots
Compton and Watts, My Bay got glocks
Niggaz runnin' an an screamin' an shit an cussin'
Ren smoked a while Ski and Kam was bustin'
Now you bitch ass niggaz ain't sayin
we pull to the curb, Nigga stop gruntin'
This West Coast shit, Cant be fucked
Or duplicated, You can hate it
Mothafuckin is back with Ski
While he blast with his to me
West Coast drive-by, it happens everyday
Bitch ass mothafuckas gettin' away
It go

MC Ren]
Woop,
Thats them police
Woop,
Them bitches for me
You know the gone ride
Nigga up
Bitches run from the
we pass by

Woop,
Thats fuckin' police
Woop,
Them bitches for me
You know the gone ride
Nigga up
run from the drive-by
When we by

[E A
I've known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, a nigga soakin' wet
So I'd watch niggaz scatter like with the lights on
You on the block, But you make it back home
You better that this bullet got God in it, (Pray)
And I miss, I got my fuckin' eye on it
And I'm shootin' to the back and the spine out
It's all real, I hate for you to find out
Who the fuck it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is crackin'
And the is gettin' caught off
The funeral is gettin' rich off the costs
Dogg, Lay you flat
Empty out the clips you hear the (Click) sound
Uh-huh, You better know who the fuck you with, (Who's that)
Mr. Ski, The West Coast Kill-A-Bitch

Niggaz me for the bank I'm foldin'
The rank I'm
The dank I'm
They just to see a gangsta rollin'
I gutter ball like I'm bowling, Collectin' my
Tryin' to throw strikes at all these white pins
In the or the Benz, Wagon or the truck
'Til my people delevered, Man I don't a fuck
Stay pushin' the line with
Treat peeps I'm good
Anti-Hollywood and I my shit hood
A true thug, Ya gotta it
I bail into a club tennis shoes, jeans, white tee and a
Tryin' to get it crackin', Wassup, I'm
You to go or what, I mean, You playin'
Dyke girls actin' like niggas, Niggaz like bitches
So I just kick back and keep stackin' my
Focus on my chips and give real talk
So Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can still

[MC
It go
Woop,
Thats them fuckin'
Woop,
Them comin' for me
You the West gone ride
hit'em up
Bitches run the drive-by
we pass by
Nigga, we pass by
Nigga, When we by
You bitches run the drive-by
Drive-by, Bitches run the drive-by