Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Chronic

it up

[huddy
Yo, I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no but to rat me out
I call in the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

[blinky
Hud, on the low, pop two cops
Thug, against all odds, tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired jacob
Platinum, reach for it then up

For top yo, I squeeze my trigger
And lord knows, I'll lead nigga
'cause I'm for whatever
of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
Try to and get yo' ass layed down forever

Niggas to see a g come up
Young that run up get gun up
the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even and yo' ass get killed, all out

1 - this is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones are lowriders
All smokers, olde e sippers
All dead homies, and o.g.
it up

This is for the
riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether out or flamed out
on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a

Light up the ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in of you
Harlem usa be the place I come from
Twenty-ninth and lenox be that place I get the guns
lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, now, all out gotta eat
Close food down, send them across the street
My force overheat the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies I lost on the streets
Dos bruce, lb and stevie d
Pour some out and throw it up for a g
Nrb, be the click they to be
So if worse come to worse, do the for me

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Now, we drink '45, tote 45's
Smoke 'til we high, loc we die
Got locked up in
Somebody said, 'foo, you in for? !'
Jail mental', wendel
Did 15, and got 10 more
Oh, he was than braille
In '83 was the first hydraulics
Caught his first bid with narcotics
And had daytons and kept 'em polished
You me about khakis and converse
And if a foo' try to then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my
Back in the trick, out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time sleep on it
I from harlem to la fool, so speak on it

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