Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

I hit licks
Eighteen on the wrist, double digit style
what's happenin man?
I hit licks
?rar-ies?
I you dog, I hit licks nigga

10]
I Inglewood like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The young presidential nigga with the status
Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top
And Dawg I'm dumpin you're even thinkin about 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 takin chances servin, plastic
got bitches out of banks with cash advances
I came up true ballers; no one can school us
I've seen fools go from to U-Haul-ers
Stay for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers screaming*
since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another hog tied

in the of the Continental (how you do dat)
are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (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 debatin no more
We gotta him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and desecrate him,
(Kill nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

Chorus: Road

You want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, all about stacks and stocks
Max with
[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 (nigga) make way)
for the handler hawkin fingers, ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick steel in grill
with the intent to kill you to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and
Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it back

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

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

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

10]
I can see now, let the bullshit fade
Niggaz can't paid up in the masquerade
So I mash and when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold
I flash like boo-ya, 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 guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)

[Road
I been exposed to this lavish life shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice grip
So it up motherfucker! You got
one more with that flip 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
Another bloody (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 KNOW FOOL!
Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't want
Nah nigga, you want none
(You don't NONE!)