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

1]

Crip niggaz, niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Boyz, Jamaicans,
Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
Since the west fell off the steets been watchin,
The west coast neva off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats knockin,
Nate Dogg doin his DPG still poppin,
I got California fuckin bitches to that Pac shit,
And westside connection been had it bitch,
I'm in the view my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that nigga head 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 bring ur CA back,
And i dont do button up or drive Maybacks,
All u old record tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it a mutha fuckin man,

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If you take a in my eyes,
You see i'll be a till 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 low-low you breathin,
Hollow tips niggas dissappear like houdini,
bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about and that,
'cause red strings in converse and this a Dre track,
jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the and clackin,
You'll homies will kno what happened,
to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to I was drug traffic, and
In the dope playin John Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I 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 fitted on im doin my thing,
Got me wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,
I got in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I through,
So i don't tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint picture now who got the juice,
You niggas is nuts so, i off ur roof,
your 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 startin to the pressure,
I'm lyrically G. Rap on these Dre Records

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