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

1]

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

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If you a look in my eyes,
You see i'll be a gangsta I die,
That California got me so high,
Game them where your from,
westside!

2]

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

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3]

New York New York, big of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger on im doin my thing,
Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the that bring,
I got niggas in Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I through,
So i don't gotta in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta like Deebo when 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 all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the hood i truned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip that vest,
And I don't contemplate or not he left that shit on the dresser,
Got on my back,
Im to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically G. Rap on these Dre Records

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