Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

I hit nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, digit style
happenin witchu man?
I hit nigga
?rar-ies?
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
Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz top ramen
And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's
You need to give up your goods or get punk ass killed

Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin servin, slidin plastic
got walkin 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
strapped for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers 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 finished his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool from me
I had to on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more
We gotta take him, him for his Dayton's
Empty the and desecrate him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we fade em

Road Dawgs

You don't none (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 love to my thug and drug dealers
(Hell yeah (nigga) way)
for the handler fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick in your grill
the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a and jack
Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it back

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

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

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

10]
I can see clearly now, let the bullshit
Niggaz can't caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat cause it's cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, won't to DO ya
A nigga 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!)

[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 flip mouth then I'm ya
it in homey, keys 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 Road Dawgs, and One-Oh
Straight up Westside gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
(Tell em Dawg)
YOU KNOW FOOL!
Dub-S-C-G, you don't want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't none
Nah nigga, you don't none
(You don't NONE!)