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 West Coast riders with me
That'll ride on ya ass
You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem us nigga
Ya know, Got MC Ren and the West Kam
Hey yo Ren it

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

MC Ren]
Woop,
Thats fuckin' police
Woop,
bitches comin' for me
You know the gone ride
Nigga up
Bitches run from the
When we by

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

[E A
I've known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, Leave a soakin' 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 that this bullet got God in it, (Pray)
And I miss, I got my fuckin' eye on it
And I'm to blow the back and the spine out
all real, I would hate for you to find out
Who the fuck it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, drive-by is whats crackin'
And the corners is gettin' off
The funeral homes is gettin' off the costs
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)
It's Mr. Ski, The West Kill-A-Bitch

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

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