Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Dre Day

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

Mista Busta, the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' road dogs
The hood you up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, to be my ace
Now I wanna the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow to the row
me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your
And watch your 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 it's a must I fuck wit you

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

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

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

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

Yeah,
Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic again
It don't stop, punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style
Doggy Dogg in the house
Beach in the motherfuckin' house
Straight up, doe
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real like
You what I'm sayin?
All these ass niggaz 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