Luyện nghe bài hát Wild 'n Tha West

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

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

The man fragile, handle with care
On the contraire me, I'm a golden state
Dump a in the air
Two shot from the
I got, karate chop through a concrete block
Chop the tree in the amount for the
Doja, what niggas smoke out of I come from
Hit hard eye blitz, you Bret Favre
RIP Derrick promised to work hard
And it down like a big hog
cats run with big dogs
Blacks fall to the White man's laws
nuttin new under the sun
But you never Defari's version of how the West was won
Two smoking instead of guns
My way a ton
They all want advice, you I got
So many rap critics they can spit it
Don't touch a mic if you 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
Parallel Kurupt and Defari
Without a deal, you should see the type of car I
With mista the Chipper and Juice on the Glove beat
See this where the hip hoppers and the meat
For you to drop a 16 joints
I'd have to my IQ a whole 15 points
I'm a Prozac gangsta, I crack thanks ta
My niggas I'm to control whack prankstas
Exquisite, I freestyle I love it and I it
Ask my Tash and J-Ro, can I Xzibit?
I almost on the bumpy plane ride
So now Cali Chronic well it got my fried
And if you muthafuckas want beef, well let my crew
I four on ya like a nigga playin Uno

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

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

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