Luyện nghe bài hát Westside Slaughterhouse

Microphone check 10 from the West beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her a gonna
Moved to California the bitch up
And put the twist on her

Sunny Cal it never snows
Niggas ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we
It's West Coast for life no crew only

the dog breathen out the smog
I'm a hog of gangster shit don of the click
All you want to dis the Pacific
But you buster niggas never get

Used to her mad 'cause we fucked her
Pussy bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the
Ice Cube bailin' the East without a vest

Now as I look to my riznight and to my
I see motherfuckers like they wanna step
So I'm grabin' my screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's

Finda crew of niggas who can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to fool
You be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure on before you get peed on nigga, yeah

what side is you red or the blue?
While as the L.A. zoo round two
I ignite grab the mic strike like a rattle
Bring the rhymes and nines to the battle

So sun to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin' they a nigga dumpin'
You dred like a rasta I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 that nigga with the heat that'll ya

Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by and everybody die
into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak riches and hydrolics
Pull heat you off yo feet

Clear the block both sides of the street
Even and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga you from?
side

Fuck all you niggas I'm
This is mad circle to the fullest 187um
Toons play the fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers mad man Santiago

'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me you singin' big red records
So nigga what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you see me if you wanted to
Look it Mack 10, Cube and the double U

on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win
on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win

I just had a scrap fo' the Inglewood stereotype
Got to with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck
Where my gat at nigga trippin' off my bulls hat

to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
And I put holes in yo
I push a you still rollin' Gs
Nigga miss me with the set trip and start keys

I say itchy citchy niggas get bitchy bitchy
'Cause they heard of ah natural born
I'm like is spankin' time
in the sunshine with only one nine

So who wants to bust the never rust
platinum plus every time I cuss
So the whole world black
Niggas better hope I don't grow my jeri curl

Steper murderah out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie Marvin Gaye
walkin' in my big black chuck's
Standin' tall in freestyle session holdin' my balls

I'm game like a ref in '95
niggas be foul and bittin' other niggas styles
But if you're bittin' you better bring the dentist
sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws fool

Which way shall I go nigga should I do?
Should I bang with the red or should I truce the blue?
Should I rock dope and grab the mic and stay down?
Or should I shoot out of town and this pound?

Shit I never that my nuts ah get bigger
Checkin' figures I'm hangin' with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood
No time fo but still got my cackeys hangin'

Fuck one love the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on
In a Hertz I drive on the 405
Is he dead or

Motherfuck court took another
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the
So I can catch a flight from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the

Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka play the back
use to dis but now it's turning around and like Brandy
Motherfuckers be down

this West Coast rap game I can give a fuck
If you down at first you can buck these nuts
get stole on boom
Get the picture killa home of the body bags nigga

on the map
Niggas the 70's and still never win gold
on the map
Niggas the 70's and still never win gold