Luyện nghe bài hát Westside Story Featsnoop Dogg (prodby Dr.dre)

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Crip niggaz, niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,
Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these mutha fuckas patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the been watchin,
The west coast neva fell off i was in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats knockin,
Nate Dogg his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love bitches to that Pac shit,
And westside been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that nigga like rodman,
All stars, laces, gun charge, court cases,
that, not guilty im back,
Niggas hate me been there, that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back on Dre's back, payback,
Homie i'll ur CA back,
And i dont do button up or drive Maybacks,
All u old record labels to advance,
bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man,

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If you take a in my eyes,
You see be a gangsta till I die,
That California got me so high,
Game tell where your from,
westside!

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I'm homie, 6 Tre impala,
d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make dissappear like houdini,
Gang is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about and that,
'cause red strings in this converse and a Dre track,
Keep jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the and clackin,
You'll homies will wanna kno happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller Mike Jackson,
I be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the spot playin John Madden,
Homie I braggin, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on that 745

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3]

New New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im my thing,
Got me fuckin wit you kno the drama that bring,
I got niggas in Westside and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good I come through,
So i don't tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta more like Deebo he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint that now who got the juice,
You niggas is so, i take off ur roof,
Leave ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I through,
I was an OG in the hood before i 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 rip through that vest,
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that on the dresser,
Got on my back,
Im to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on Dre Records

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