Luyện nghe bài hát We Rest In Cali

[Snoop
My goodness my shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces
Hand full of aces up dump trunk white wall paces
til you drop motherfucker cop
Old English 800 on the
Way before St. Ide's to the spot
used to hang out and do the pop lock
And if we got into shit we never pop shots
squab scrap whatever it was
And live to about it and we get old cause
And keep a pack of zig zags for that old bud
We do a house party what the is a club
And the ese's they most of the drugs
La hell and [?]
We get money yeah and we do low
Represent it and nope no not I
That's the in every hood that you roam
Fastest way to catch a hot in your dome
O.G. the place that I call
Lac like that and it's sitting on chrome
Plaque in back in Lac
Antennas you up for a rat trying to set a new trap
Swinging the track dripping curl juice on back
Breaking hearts like and Zapp motherfucker

Collins:]
Back in the day it was to keep her
Hang out your friends and smoking the reefer
Pound for we were the baddest in town
You just had to get up for the get
Some say we the next
But we education

Loc:]
[?] drinking mad dog
Silver satin blue Kool Aid sagging in my
I got my loccs on sailing through my
Catch you slipping on them it ain't all good
Front door Glock spitter
Black and gold across my face when I get you
3 wheeler turning up the Alpine
[?] while I to the grapevine
[?] blue Crips all by the door
East side rip riding banging all I know
Heart break hush puppy neck kicker
I grew up on crazy one five nigga
If you locc from my then hop something
And I ain't talking bout no peel nigga hunting
Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my phone
14 years old had to bring the home
My uncle Bear showed me how to bag it up
Look at the now nigga it's sewed up
I ain't playing you old grand pubas
out Rolando ran things with no [?]
Now take a picture of this 8 sipper
Look down at my shoes strings nigga
Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker
The only I wanna hear is gang bang rapping

Collins:]
Some say we the generation
But we education
Hanging with the crew of
Yeah but we one mama
Tally-ho and we go
See you next week with a brand new
you funk around here ain't nothing consensual
You know I funk so hard you gonna need parent's credential
Now I'm in the street cause I lost my
But now I know where to that
Now how cool is cold when you're trying to
Standing to me son you better take a seat
Can't none of you cut throats like me
You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your
Why oh why do I like that
If I am the dog you must be a cat
Now and away we go
See you next week a brand new show
I want the bomb I want O.G. back
There's a going on in my head
While I think about the that we shed
Then party uh when the player
There's a party on up in here

Back in the day it was cheaper to her
out with your friends and smoking the reefer
Pound for we were the baddest in town
You had to get up for the get down
Some say we the generation
But we lack
with the crew of devastation
Yeah but we one mama
Hanging with the bobba