Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

Damn Dawg, sure you ballin
I hit licks
homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck

I hit licks
carat on the wrist, double digit style
what's happenin witchu
I hit licks
Pushin
I you dog, I hit licks nigga

10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my is the fattest
The young presidential with the platinum status
Maniac 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz top ramen
And I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
This a move blood, hit the deck and that's real
You need to give up your or get your punk ass killed

Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin
got bitches out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin ballers; no one can school us
I've seen fools go from mule-rs to
Stay strapped for the get plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers screaming*
Every my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
motherfucker hog tied

in the trunk of the (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole me
I had to on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more no more waitin
We gotta take him, him for his Dayton's
Empty the and desecrate him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we fade em

Chorus: Dawgs

You don't none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, all about stacks and stocks
Max glocks
[Mack 10] as my is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and chickens

[Road
Huh, it be the for lickin (right)
Much to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
(Hell (nigga) make way)
for the handler fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick steel in grill
with the to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and
Kill for the crack, it and steal it right back

Set mindstate, into murders and po-po
California's ruthless... the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a
in the city the Damu rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, their 'do low
When I strike, stuck, I attack like Cujo
It's do or die for da
in a gang this nigga, fuck all freaks!

10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I found my
Got everybody how quick I got rich
First used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo'
Now my whole umbrella check doe like a
from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best a nigga takin

[Road
I'm a motherfuckin menace, through Lennox
up to down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my stay G'd
and make em bleed nigga what that I
love, slippin on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through doors
and windows, layin niggaz out

10]
I can see clearly now, let the fade
Niggaz can't paid up in the masquerade
So I and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's outside
I like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
A nigga me a straight junkie for MOO-la
all about the doe the dividends and the funds
Makin hons pull they guns and two-one-one's (beyitch!)

[Road
I been exposed to this lavish gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major
So it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip then I'm buckin ya
it in homey, keys and cash
Don't me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of

4X

10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack
Straight up Westside gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
(Tell em Dawg)
YOU KNOW FOOL!
Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You want none
Nah nigga, you don't want
(You don't NONE!)