Luyện nghe bài hát Regulate

It was a clear black night, a clear white
Warren G. is on the streets, to consume
skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all

hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
On a trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of skirts ain't no to tweak
All you skirts know what's up 213

So I hooks a left on the 21 to
Some brothas shootin dice so I "let's do this"
I out the ride, and said"what's up?"
Some brothas pulled some so I said "I'm stuck"

Since these girls peepin me glide and swerve
hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb
Gonna think of better things than some tricks
I see my homey and some all in his mix

I'm jacked, I'm breakin myself
I can't believe taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my
I looked at the and said "damn, what's next?"

They got my homey hemmed up and they all
none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real before they start to clown
I pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They got guns to my
I I'm going down
I can't this happened in my home town
If I had wings I fly
Let me
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey

Sixteen in the and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies cold
Now they and yellin
a tad bit late
Nate and Warren G. had to regulate

I laid all them down
I let my gat
Now I'm switching my mind back freak mode
If you want skirts step and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the

Now got the freaks
And that's a fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same
Back up back up 'cause on
and me
The to the G

Just like I
They were in the spot
In need of some desperate
The Nate and the G-child
Were in need of else
One of them dames was sexy as
I said "ooh I like size"
She said "my car's broke and you seem real nice,"
"would you let me ride?"
I got a car of girls and it's going real swell
The stop is the east side motel

I'm
Onto a whole new

Stept
I ya

On a whole new
The rythmn is the base and the is the treble


We


Where is life
And life is
If you like I know
You don't to step to this
the G-Funk era
Funked out a gangster twist
If you smoke like I
Then you high like
And if your ass is a
213 regulate