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 mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
the west coast fell off the steets been watchin,
The west coast neva off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been the beats been knockin,
Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love bitches to that Pac shit,
And westside connection been had it bitch,
I'm in the rear view my is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that head like rodman,
All stars, laces, gun charge, court cases,
Faught that, not im back,
Niggas hate me there, done that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back 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 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 them where 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 niggas dissappear like houdini,
Gang is real,
im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap wanna converse, about this and that,
'cause red strings in this converse and 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,
Prior to 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

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3]

New New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger on im doin my thing,
Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the that bring,
I got niggas in Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in I'm good when I come through,
So i don't tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
bishop 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 heaven all the 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 contemplate whether or not he left that 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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