Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

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

I hit nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double style
what's happenin man?
I hit nigga
Pushin
I told you dog, I hit nigga

10]
I Inglewood swing a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The presidential nigga with the platinum status
Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all
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 thinkin about bombin
This a move blood, hit the deck and that's real
You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass

[Road
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin
got bitches out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true no one can school us
seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get 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 finished his dental (check it)
Step up to slugs on him, fool stole from me
I had to on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his
Empty the clip and desecrate him,
(Kill nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

Chorus: Road

You don't want (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 for lickin (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 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 your mindstate, into and po-po
ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight out a fo'-do'
in the city with the Damu rip, and
G's wearin Polo, doin 'do low
I strike, you're 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 everybody trippin how I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo'
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I mo' chedda
Now my whole umbrella doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you believe a nigga takin

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

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

Dawgs]
I been exposed to this lavish gangsta 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
it in homey, keys and cash
Don't me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of

4X

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