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 mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast off the steets been watchin,
The coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath here the beats been knockin,
Nate doin his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California 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 on that nigga head like rodman,
All stars, laces, gun charge, court cases,
Faught that, not 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 do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All u old labels tryin to advance,
Aftermath take it like a mutha fuckin man,

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If you a look in my eyes,
You see i'll be a till I die,
That chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where 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 niggas dissappear houdini,
Gang is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about and that,
'cause red strings in this converse and 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 spot playin Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I five,
If u die run up on that black 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 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 picture now who got the juice,
You niggas is so, i take off ur roof,
Leave your ass steched out a Cadilac Coupe,
God let me in heaven all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the before i truned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through vest,
And I contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,
Got on my back,
Im to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre

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