Luyện nghe bài hát White Boyz

[snoop
wassup my nigga?
I'm sittin here chillin with my kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog
You know? no (that's right)
That nigga shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)
But we want a nigga to come with gangsta shit
You me?

I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and
snitches, and these money hungry bitches
So you want a dollar? baby I can't holla
You ain't gettin shit, from the a bitch scowlin scowlin
Not even a penny, you ain't gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your ass feet
my vogues burn, up and down the street
Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a
with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp
My is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old two-timin
Whether you in buckets, or roll in a benz
Keep yo' on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends
Fuckin models, alize by the bottles
hundred ? ? , and my hand's on the throttle

Chorus: dogg (paraphrasing masta ase "jeep ass niguh") 2x

White boy, white boy, turn that shit
You know america ain't ready for the sound
From dem boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
White boyz.. (white boyz) boyz.. (white boyz)

dogg]
I'm high 'n a motherfucker, on the curve
Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my
D.p.g. to the fullest 'cause
My homeboy said, "show me some love!"
He got the club with this fool named
From the dirty south, in his mouth, my peoples
All of my homies the l.b.c.
All my white homies who with me
me bud on the weekdays cause
This shit's for y'all, me and my doggz
If you don't know you do t-bo my new dog
Fuck what you goin through, we to fuck it up y'all

Chorus: t-bo says line with snoop (1x only)

You know who I wanna be, that boy, that everybody talk about
The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the
Eyes bare-ly open, back in the cadillac tokin
Them hoes talkin ridin with me and snoop the bitches must be jokin
Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you get busted
And my city's hotter a corner full of hustlers
Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun
you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
So stay in yo' house when dark
We and we bite, ? ?
Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to
You think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin
You bout that yappin? we bout that and scratchin
Playin for keeps, take it to the streets
Camouflaged down, with them soles on my
And up in the club, thugs push and shove
And you won't know a killer, so you betta watch who you mug

dogg]
Bitch get mind right, get your mind right
Bitch get mind right, get your mind right
Yeah, boyz up in the motherfucker
My t-bo!

[snoop
that shit funky dog
That's I'm talkin bout
My nigga t-bo, dirty south all up in bitch
(we no soldiers, we no limit soldiers)
Yeah, production
wreckin, bow wow
(white white white white boyz)
That's how we it for the nine-nine
White boyz, we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
they fuckin with us
It's a game of