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 been waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the steets watchin,
The west coast neva off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath here the beats been knockin,
Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG poppin,
I got California love fuckin to that Pac shit,
And westside been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear my guns 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, that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on back, payback,
i'll bring ur CA back,
And i dont do up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All u old record tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch 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,
California chronic got me so high,
Game tell where your from,
westside!

2]

I'm homie, 6 Tre impala,
d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas like houdini,
Gang is real,
Homie im proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about and that,
'cause red strings in 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 thriller like Jackson,
I might be Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to rappin I was traffic, and
In the dope spot John Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I five,
If u wanna die run up on black 745

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3]

New York New York, big of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger on im doin my thing,
Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Queens,
And Buck me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So i don't tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta more like Deebo he was Zeus,
bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,
You is nuts so, i take off ur roof,
Leave your ass out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the I been 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 contemplate whether or not he left that on the dresser,
Got on my back,
Im startin to the pressure,
I'm Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records

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