Luyện nghe bài hát Callin' Out Names

Sup
shit
Coast...

[Verse

with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move
selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the
You could best believe, believe the best, the rest
What you to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt bald eagles
The end of the
I'm the milli-mac and the and nigga to blame you
And I'mma callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:

D
M
Only X I is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, snatch my bitch
You can have the bitch, two bitches rich
Just to to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to and stripped, all over a bitch
Now 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't New York
They actin' like a bitch New
Buckshot, Noreaga, - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but fuck Ja
Irv I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz 'll you
And when you hit the West, this is what we do:

Get niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches
through the 'hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac week
Wit' a new since my old bitch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just the same
If you know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names

*scratching* "Never did him"
"You what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"

Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]

"It's for my and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my and
my bitches, my and all my niggaaaass!"

Out Names!

(Now if it for the West,
these rap niggas need a vest around they chest)

(Now if it for the West,
these rap niggas need a vest around they chest)

2]

I don't a fuck
Catch me in da 'hood all Chucks, gangbanged the fuck out 'cause
Only I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of ya'll who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it
Kurupt said it mothafucka from to end
You salamander-ass mothafucka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake mothafucka
If it for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they
from a fucka homie X
The Lox ya'll my mothafuckas, forget ya'll
And that's spoken on from the Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, ya like this
Eat a fat bitch
I'm Out Names!

Fuck Ruff
Fuck The
Fuck

Kurupt fuck 'em

Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma the paint for you
I brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's 'til the chamber need to be
Empty out, simply don't me,
I empty out until in this mothafucka's gone
I empty house off of empty
Now what the you gotta say?
What the fuck you wanna see? The on my K
I never worry 'bout of ya'll so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we blast and maintain
Weed money got us all insane
niggas remember even though the times may change
I want Kurupt it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names

*scratching* "Never did him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, all ya'll"

Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]

"It's for my and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my and
my bitches, my and all my niggaaaass!"

Coast! Bout Time!

(Now if it for the West,
these rap wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

start!

nigga!

(Now if it for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a around they chest)

at'cha boy On the West Coast get at me homie!

(Now if it for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around chest)