Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

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

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

Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin servin, slidin plastic
got bitches out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can us
I've seen fools go from mule-rs to
Stay for the get back; plus I use it
to jack and kidnappers *woman screaming*
since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog

in the trunk of the (how you do dat)
are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
Step up to spit on him, fool stole from me
I had to on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more no more waitin
We gotta him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and him, verbatim
(Kill that 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 is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and chickens

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

Set mindstate, into murders and po-po
California's ruthless... the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a
in the city with the rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, doin '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 is the game, I guess I found my niche
Got everybody how quick I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo'
I got to mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
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 believe a nigga takin

[Road
I'm a menace, mashin through Lennox
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, on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the
Who the in your house? Comin through your doors
and windows, layin niggaz out

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

[Road
I been exposed to this life gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major
So it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip mouth I'm buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and
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 gangbangin to the 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 want NONE!)