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

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Crip niggaz, niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Boyz, Jamaicans,
Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these mutha been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast off the steets been watchin,
The west coast fell off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath here the beats been knockin,
Nate doin his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love fuckin to that Pac shit,
And connection been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear view my is cockin,
put red dots on that nigga head 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 jumped on Dre's back, payback,
i'll bring ur CA back,
And i dont do button up shirts or Maybacks,
All u old labels tryin 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,
California chronic got me so high,
Game tell where your from,
westside!

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I'm homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinnin, chrome
Run up on my you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear houdini,
bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, this and that,
red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin 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,
to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot 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 wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Queens,
And told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So i don't gotta tuck in my like DJ Poo,
I'm more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I that picture now who got the juice,
You is nuts so, i take off ur roof,
Leave your ass out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God let me in heaven 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 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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