Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

Damn Dawg, sure look you
I hit nigga
Yeah homey, with that piece hangin around yo' neck

I hit licks
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double style
what's happenin witchu
I hit licks
?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks

10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the
The presidential nigga with the platinum status
Maniac 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top
And Dawg I'm everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's
You need to give up your or get your punk ass killed

Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin
got bitches walkin out of with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can us
I've fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman
Every since my died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog

in the trunk of the (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm finished his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole me
I had to on him (we know his whereabouts)
No hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his
Empty the clip and him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we fade em

Chorus: Road

You want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all about and stocks
Max with
10] as my lifetime is tickin
Comin up strong, and flippin chickens

[Road
Huh, it be the season for (right)
Much love to my niggaz and drug dealers
(Hell (nigga) make way)
for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers,
on the real, when I stick in your grill
with the intent to you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and
for the crack, sell it and steal it right back

Set your mindstate, into murders and
ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight out a fo'-do'
in the city the Damu rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, doin 'do low
When I strike, you're stuck, I attack Cujo
do or die for da meanest
in a gang like nigga, fuck all freaks!

10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I my niche
Got everybody trippin how quick I got
First Mack to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo'
Now my whole umbrella doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga

[Road
I'm a menace, mashin through Lennox
up to down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my stay G'd
and make em bleed nigga what that I
Gangsta love, slippin on my
Turn into eleven showin sevens and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? through your doors
and your windows, layin out

10]
I can see clearly now, let the fade
Niggaz can't paid up in the masquerade
So I mash and hoo-ride when it's to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold
I flash like boo-ya, won't to DO ya
A nigga like me a straight junkie for
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the
Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin (beyitch!)

Dawgs]
I exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major
So it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip mouth I'm buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and
Don't me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of

4X

10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and One-Oh
Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the nigga!
(Tell em Dawg)
YOU KNOW FOOL!
Dub-S-C-G, you don't want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't none
Nah nigga, you want none
(You don't NONE!)