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

[MC
Nigga who tryin to fuck the Ville'
Grab my dick, this trick and slay my scrill
Slap the right outta ya grill
I'm fuckin' with Kam and Ski nigga shit is fa real
Straight blastin' with these West Coast shots
and Watts, My Bay niggaz got glocks
Niggaz runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an shit an
Ren a blunt while Ski and Kam was bustin'
Now you bitch ass niggaz ain't sayin
When we pull to the curb, 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
Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday
Bitch ass mothafuckas gettin' chased
It go

[Chorus: MC
Woop,
them fuckin' police
Woop,
Them bitches for me
You know the West ride
hit'em up
Bitches run from the
When we by

Woop,
Thats them police
Woop,
bitches comin' for me
You know the West ride
hit'em up
Bitches run the drive-by
When we by

[E A
I've been for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, Leave a nigga wet
So I'd watch niggaz scatter 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
It's all real, I would for you to find out
Who the makes it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is whats
And the corners is caught off
The funeral homes is rich off the costs
Dogg, Lay you flat
Empty out the clips 'til you hear the (Click)
Uh-huh, You better know who the you dealin' with, (Who's that)
Mr. Ski, The West Coast Kill-A-Bitch

Niggaz hate me for the I'm foldin'
The I'm holdin'
The I'm polin'
They hate to see a gangsta rollin'
I ball like I'm bowling, Collectin' my ends
to throw strikes at all these redneck white pins
In the Beamer or the Benz, or the truck
'Til my people delevered, Man I don't give a
Stay pushin' the with mine
peeps I'm with good
Anti-Hollywood and I keep my shit
A true thug, Ya admit it
I bail into a club tennis shoes, jeans, tee and a fitted
to get it crackin', Wassup, I'm sayin'
You tryin' to go or what, I mean, You
Dyke actin' like niggas, Niggaz actin' like bitches
So I kick back and keep stackin' my riches
Focus on my chips and give niggaz talk
So can skip to it and the Crips can still walk

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