Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want None

Damn Dawg, look you ballin
I hit licks
Yeah homey, that one-oh 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 you dog, I hit licks nigga

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

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

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

Chorus: Road

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

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

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

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

[Road
I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin Lennox
up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it 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 they and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your Comin through your doors
and windows, layin niggaz out

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

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

4X

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