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 fuckas been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the steets watchin,
The west coast neva off i was asleep in Compton,
been here the beats been knockin,
Nate Dogg his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California fuckin bitches to that Pac shit,
And connection been 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,
that, not guilty im back,
Niggas hate me been there, that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came jumped 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,
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,
That California got me so high,
Game tell them 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 like houdini,
Gang is real,
Homie im livin proof like Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about 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,
homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Jackson,
I might be Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to rappin I was traffic, and
In the dope spot playin 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 fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the that bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Queens,
And Buck told me in I'm good 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 out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before i 22,
I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
And I contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,
Got on my back,
Im startin to the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on Dre Records

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