Luyện nghe bài hát Westside Driveby

[E A Ski
Yay, Yay
Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski
Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders me
That'll 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 fuck with the
my dick, Fuck this trick and slay my scrill
Slap the right outta ya grill
When I'm fuckin' Kam and Ski nigga shit is fa real
Straight blastin' fools these West Coast shots
Compton and Watts, My Bay got glocks
runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an shit an cussin'
Ren smoked a blunt while Ski and Kam was
Now you bitch ass niggaz ain't nothin'
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

[Chorus: MC
Woop,
Thats them police
Woop,
Them comin' for me
You know the West gone
hit'em up
Bitches run the drive-by
we pass by

Woop,
Thats them police
Woop,
Them comin' for me
You the West gone ride
Nigga up
Bitches run the drive-by
we pass by

[E A
I've known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, Leave a nigga wet
So I'd watch niggaz scatter like with the lights on
You on the block, But you make it back home
You better hope that 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 would for you to find out
Who the fuck it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, drive-by is whats crackin'
And the is gettin' 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 you dealin' 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 I'm polin'
They just hate to see a gangsta
I gutter ball like I'm bowling, Collectin' my
Tryin' to strikes at all these redneck white pins
In the or the Benz, Wagon or the truck
'Til my people delevered, Man I don't give a
Stay the line with mine
Treat peeps I'm good
Anti-Hollywood and I my shit hood
A true thug, Ya admit it
I bail into a tennis shoes, jeans, white tee and a fitted
Tryin' to get it crackin', Wassup, I'm
You to go or what, I mean, You playin'
Dyke girls like niggas, Niggaz actin' like bitches
So I just kick and keep stackin' my riches
on my chips and give niggaz real talk
So Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can walk

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