Luyện nghe bài hát Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin

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

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

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

x2]

Now my weekends are similar but the same
Me and the ain't particular, we getting the brain
Politicing the game, call a chick out her
And when I'm hitting the thang I be ripping the frame
See I'm a in the game, Cisco is the name
Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast changed
trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders
Quick to scoop main chick and go and pull an all-nighter
up at the twin towers
Overlooking the Bay, popping after hours
Ladies offer powder, players pills
Money and the power, million dollar deals
Got the house on the
Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome
Hop out with that thug
Blow the bar up, keep your up in Cali
'cause my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the
Who you hating on homey, turn around slowly
Blinking, start flashing, what fool thinking
Too much smoking, nah, too drinking
Nah, just another, just another, weekend

x2]

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

[Mr.
We military minded
With heads, baggy clothes and tattooes
No excuse, we all
Westside riders, g'd up is how find us homiciders
chart climbers, ain't no messing with us
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now up

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