Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

I hit licks
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit
happenin witchu man?
I hit licks
?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks

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

[Road
In this life I'm chances servin, slidin plastic
got bitches walkin out of banks cash advances
I came up watchin ballers; no one can school us
I've fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get plus I use it
to hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog

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

Chorus: Dawgs

You don't want (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all about stacks and
Max glocks
[Mack 10] as my lifetime is
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin

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

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

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

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

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I can see clearly now, let the fade
Niggaz can't caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and when it's time to collide
And a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, hesitate to DO ya
A nigga like me a straight junkie for
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the
Makin pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)

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

4X

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