Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

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

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I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the
The young presidential nigga the platinum status
Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz top ramen
And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're 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

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

in the trunk of the (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm check 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
Empty the clip and him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta em

Road Dawgs

You want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all stacks and stocks
Max glocks
[Mack 10] as my is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin

[Road
Huh, it be the season for (right)
Much love to my thug niggaz and drug
(Hell yeah (nigga) way)
for the hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I steel 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 right

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

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Since dope is the game, I guess I my niche
Got trippin how quick I got rich
Mack 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
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big seller
Got the straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
And a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin

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

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

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

4X

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