Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, where the you at?
scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up
even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass,
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you
Let me ride, another homicide
it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your
And watch back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and low-key
B.G. cause you all your homey's love
Now call it you want to
You fucked wit me, now a must that I fuck wit you

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

Bow wow wow yo yippy yay
Dogg's 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 would ya
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your
But here's a jimmy joke about your that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco
But fuck mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim
bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were bootylicious
You get with Doggy oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your hollin' Bay-Bee
So they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Row
And I ain't even slangin' thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my in yo mouth, beotch

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin so remember the name
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 I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my gots to fit
my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-ass
And snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row off that whoride
Now you not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in
Then we gon creep to South
On a Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my
Got my to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homey, you check yo self
'Cause you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once
It don't stop, punishing motherfuckers real quick like
style nigga
Doggy in the motherfuckin' house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin'
Straight up, doe
Breakin' all you off somethin' real proper like
You know what I'm
All these sucka ass can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat
Luke, can eat a fat