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

1]

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 west coast neva off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been the beats been knockin,
Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG poppin,
I got California love fuckin bitches to Pac shit,
And connection been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the view my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that nigga head 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 or drive Maybacks,
All u old labels tryin to advance,
bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man,

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

2]

I'm homie, 6 Tre impala,
d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you breathin,
Hollow make niggas dissappear like houdini,
bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics converse, about this and that,
'cause red strings in converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin i'll pull 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,
to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the dope playin John Madden,
Homie I braggin, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on black 745

x2]

3]

New New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im my thing,
Got me fuckin wit you kno the drama that bring,
I got in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So i gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I 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 heaven all the shit I through,
I was an OG in the hood i truned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 rip through that vest,
And I don't 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

x2]