Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

Damn Dawg, sure look you
I hit nigga
Yeah homey, with that piece hangin around yo' neck

I hit nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, digit style
what's happenin witchu
I hit nigga
?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit nigga

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

Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin servin, slidin plastic
got bitches walkin out of banks with advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can us
I've seen go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay for the get back; plus I use it
to hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
Every my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another 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, stole from me
I had to plug on him (we his whereabouts)
No hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we fade em

Chorus: Road

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

[Road
Huh, it be the season for (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 steel in your grill
with the intent to you bout 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, murders and po-po
ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a
in the city with the Damu rip, and
G's Polo, doin 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 I found my niche
Got trippin how quick I got rich
First Mack to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
Now my whole check doe like a teller
Went a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
Got the spot vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a takin

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

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

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

4X

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