Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

[Chorus x2: Mr.
Dancing, smoking,
blinking
Another weekend
Dancing, smoking,
blinking
Another weekend

The nerve of the trick, the of the trick
The of the trick, the nerve of the trick
The nerve of the trick, I with the trick
Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial with
Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick
I'ma make bounce high as the moon
Coast with the homies, through, do what I do

[Mr.
In the coast where the best roam, get your chest blown
Killa be so strange you throw a vest on
We step on in blue'd up signs
For the 213 and 619 we
Westside hard grind, Killa the state
All day, all night, choking the tray
Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through
Common shots tell me what's hot and not

x2]

Now my weekends are similar but never the
Me and the homies ain't particular, we getting the
Politicing the game, call a chick out her
And when I'm hitting the I be like ripping the frame
See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the
Me and the smoking, the West Coast ain't changed
trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders
Quick to scoop your chick and go and pull an all-nighter
Posted up at the towers
Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne hours
Ladies powder, players offer pills
Money and the power, making dollar deals
Got the house on the
Hit the clubs bouncing on wheels
Hop out that thug appeal
Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in
'cause my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the
Who you hating on homey, better turn around
Blinking, start flashing, what fool thinking
Too smoking, nah, too much drinking
Nah, just another, another, Cali weekend

x2]

Out we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simple
They make a few 'cause together it multiplies the multitude
The sides to the Cripple, Valentinos
Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and
dipping banging, Shalamar
High priced lizards off blocks of
Eating on like fish and chips
I can't fuck with, and this is something you just can't with
up Shadow

[Mr.
We military minded
With heads, baggy clothes and tattooes
No excuse, we all
Westside riders, g'd up is how you'll find us
We're chart climbers, no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the Kurupt, now what's up

til fade]