Luyện nghe bài hát Wild 'n Tha West

I thank, so if I don't considered slippin
Then I gots to get you if we aint trippin
Fuck that nigga who Wadda try to certify
Got love for Chico anybody we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old shit too much
I think I put there Mcnabb with a nice touch
I think emcees with no flavor should rappin
I think sampling is cool if fools aint yappin
Man that's it about it, I don't wanna hear about it
Plus I think when shit drops niggas gon' get about it
Hip Hop is too
And I'm on in the tip of the stage slappin hands in the front row
Hittin blunt rolled tight, y'all swing 'em left to
If ya it
Don't talk about this verse, just say I'm killin it
Whatchou think that? It's just a thought, thought
I think flava to whole shit is what we brought

See I've thinkin all these bitch niggas need to quit it
And quick to speak on it niggas never get it
Rhyme reported Chico the Chipper put it in
What the fuck they run? but they bath water
Last quarter, less than ten
Standin at the line can't you feel this and bricks
Brickin like a
Cus you sour like lemon custard, don't ya
Nigga been rushed off the stage
Feelin nutty then bust a
Cut spades, blowin back out like hand grenades
Ya over there bleeding
Now you in church, four days obituary reading
Test me, lets see am I hard I claim to be
Stomach scarred from the gang
Just a memory he did and I won't get
Let it be known em that's my thought

The average man fragile, with care
On the contraire me, I'm a golden bear
a flare in the air
Two from the glocks
I got, karate chop through a concrete block
Chop the tree in the amount for the
Doja, what niggas out of where I come from
Hit hard eye blitz, you Bret Favre
RIP Thomas promised to work hard
And hold it down a big hog
cats run with big dogs
Blacks fall victims to the White laws
Aint nuttin new the sun
But you never heard Defari's version of how the was won
Two smoking mikes of guns
My way a ton
all want advice, you I got some
So rap critics think they can spit it
touch a mic if you aint tight and that's on Likwit

I great hookin up the ill state in killa Cali
I'm to make these muthafuckas feel a valley
Kurupt and Defari live
Without a deal, you should see the type of car I
With mista Chico the Chipper and Juice on the Glove
See where the hip hoppers and the thugs meat
For you to drop a dope 16
I'd have to my IQ a whole 15 points
I'm a Prozac gangsta, I crack thanks ta
My niggas I'm able to control whack
Exquisite, I freestyle I it and I live it
Ask my niggas Tash and J-Ro, can I
I almost died on the bumpy plane
So now Cali Chronic it got my brains fried
And if you want beef, well let my crew know
I draw four on ya like a nigga Uno

Posted up the homies big Chi (What up Chico?)
Big bolla, exquisite, heat seek, dentin physics
I'm Cold Iron Stone, cold and scone, the Emcee
Cold Gotti
Me and big from the hood go back in like sugar Shawn Stacey's
'Llacs and cocker
Golf hats and thunder
59Th Ave. and Horseman and rolls
Ya life's a gimic (gimic) I and spit poetical epidemics
Missin disorder, poetically sniping in alphabetical
slaughter, bomb by the quarters
Shell (yeah nigga)
Blair witch from
I'm the Great 38
Teflon
Projectile,
swoopin over the crowd
Kurupt

wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha west
Teflon blast through your vest with your
If you go down bang on the west
We could spit round see it's 'n tha west
It's wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha
blast through your vest with your chest
If you go down bang hard on the
We spit round see it's wild 'n tha west
It's 'n tha west, wild 'n tha west
Teflon blast through your with your chest
If you go bang hard on the west
We could spit round see wild 'n tha west
It's wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha
Teflon blast through your with your chest
If you go down bang hard on the
We spit round see it's wild 'n tha west

Uhh
That's that parralel right there
Nigga, all you fuckas
Thought was playin
Nigga, we playin