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 these mutha fuckas patiently waiting,
Since the west coast off the steets been watchin,
The west neva fell off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats knockin,
Nate doin his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love 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, phat laces, gun charge, 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 dont do button up shirts or Maybacks,
All u old labels tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a fuckin man,

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

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

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3]

New York New York, big 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 niggas in Westside and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm when I come through,
So i don't gotta in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play I paint that picture now who got the juice,
You niggas is nuts so, i off ur roof,
Leave your ass steched out like a 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 through vest,
And I don't whether 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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