Luyện nghe bài hát White Boyz

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

I from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and money hungry bitches
So you want a dollar? well baby I can't
You ain't gettin shit, the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
Not a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin
Why don't you go weep, and your stankin ass feet
While my vogues burn, up and down the
steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
Walk with a limp, cause I'm a pimp
My diamonds is blindin yeah candy out shinin
Got yo' bitch me, while yo' old lady two-timin
Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin alize by the
Eleven ? ? , and my hand's on the throttle

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

White boy, white boy, turn shit down
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)

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

Chorus: says first line with snoop (1x only)

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

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

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