Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish Iv

[o dawg menace ii society]
"oh guess what!
Word got back the little marks who jacked you!
I where they be kickin it at
Down a 187? "

Eeerrr...


In the house, fool
For the 9 to the
The thugs in the muthafuckin house

And like my nigga e-40
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in
Tha eihthype
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil hawk &
Da foe

I'ma hit you up with the t, so scoot
Out the of the coupe as I shoot
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's bullets that I'm slingin
Never-be-hangin,
We don't be playin, runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not
Fast the hip (pop pop) explodin
the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th playin
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your
Mass hysteria, your gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the
But you's a mark tryin to be a tree top
Can't get no respect, well punk, try this
Report your homies for domestic
For beatin your ass up and down the block
Dash, gash, i'ma tap that ass

[o dawg menace ii society]
"now we just gon' find these little marks and 'em
Shit it that hard"

I'ma tell you 'bout the time we first met
The story that you was some fake bullshit
It was me and my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the o.k.
It was you and about five of y'all hangin
Standin in the center lookin like y'all was
(ain't but marks)
Approached me your "p" hat
But I was off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you
I fell for it, I should've started slappin
eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin
David blake: you as fuck!
I mack your ass like a truck
I guess that eye was too cause you still can't see me
me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I said
nuthin but the ho on my dick
Little trick quik
Geah, quick to get fucked one
You be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, this
Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam poles
Niggas just told me that you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up that notorious park
(you know we from)
fade it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.'s to write fuckin lyrics
around with the hood you get got
Nick name be spot for that eye you got
You and that fake who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam gon' slap with the strap
No muthafuckin
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin
Don't make me to act up
Cause a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original on wax, nigga, you fake
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide tape
compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you fake
Go run through you
And before we kill off, remember the did it to you
Slick talkin, fast
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't worth a
Never had a damn eye, so many
Times, two times, times
You fall to the floor, you want no mo'
And if you wanna get this you best to dash
Geah, cause tap that ass

side
Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta
Uh
Ain't nuthin but the new style, you
I likes that, new style' for that ass
9 to the fizive-0,
You can't fuck with killas
So stay the fuck
And rounds up little homies and shit
Cause we a 159 deep nigga
True blue from the