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 mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
Since the west fell off the steets been watchin,
The coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath here the beats been knockin,
Nate Dogg doin his DPG still poppin,
I got California love fuckin to that Pac shit,
And westside connection had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on nigga head like rodman,
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, cases,
that, not guilty im back,
Niggas me been there, done that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came jumped on Dre's back, payback,
i'll bring ur CA back,
And i do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All u old record labels to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a fuckin man,

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If you take a in my eyes,
You see i'll be a till I die,
That 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,
Gang is real,
Homie im livin like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about and that,
'cause red in this converse 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 Compton and see like Mike Jackson,
I might be 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 fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the 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 like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint that now who got the juice,
You is nuts 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 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 startin to the pressure,
I'm lyrically G. Rap on these Dre Records

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