Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin,

Mista Busta, the fuck you at?
Can't a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from your road dogs
The you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the out yo mouth
you bow down to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you
Let me ride, just homicide
it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est that you can walk on
So on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay
B.G. you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I wit you

Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your motherfuckin' company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the boy go
You know what I'm sayin, punk

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Doggy in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
Bow wow wow yippy yo yay
The of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone ya Timmy
It like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you not like
I heard she was the dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
Your bark was loud, but your bite vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he
With ya mama and your daddy Bay-Bee
So won't let you know
That if you with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't slangin' them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this
So you wanna pop shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the
Mighty, D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker!

Now this my nigga Dre can't be touched
bendin over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with
Animosity, made ya but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta with
Gap in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya
While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-ass
And I'ma snatch ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off whoride
Now you might not me
'Cause rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to Central
On a Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his Sox hat
You tryin' to my homey, you better check yo self
'Cause when you Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, chronic once again
It stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton nigga
Dogg in the motherfuckin' house
Long in the motherfuckin' house
Straight up, doe
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' proper like
You know I'm sayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat
Tim Dog can eat a big fat
Luke, can eat a fat