Luyện nghe bài hát Wild 'n Tha West

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

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

The average man fragile, handle with
On the contraire me, I'm a golden state
a flare in the air
Two shot the glocks
Style I got, karate chop through a block
Chop the tree in the amount for the
Doja, what niggas smoke out of where I come
Hit hard blinds eye blitz, you Favre
RIP Thomas promised to work hard
And it down like a big hog
Cool cats run with big
fall victims to the White man's laws
Aint new under the sun
But you never heard version of how the West was won
Two smoking mikes of guns
My way a ton
They all want advice, you I got
So many rap critics think they can it
Don't touch a mic if you aint tight and that's on

I feel great hookin up the ill in killa Cali
I'm to make these muthafuckas feel a valley
Parallel and Defari live
a deal, you should see the type of car I drive
With mista Chico the and Juice on the Glove beat
See this where the hip hoppers and the meat
For you to a dope 16 joints
I'd have to my IQ a whole 15 points
I'm a Prozac gangsta, I sold thanks ta
My niggas I'm able to whack prankstas
Exquisite, I I love it and I live it
Ask my niggas and J-Ro, can I Xzibit?
I almost on the bumpy plane ride
So now Cali Chronic well it got my brains
And if you muthafuckas want beef, let my crew know
I draw on ya like a nigga playin Uno

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

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

Uhh
That's that parralel shit right
Nigga, all you mutha
niggas was playin
Nigga, we aint