Luyện nghe bài hát Regulate

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

Just hit the 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 dice so I said "let's do this"
I out the ride, and said"what's up?"
Some brothas pulled gats so I said "I'm stuck"

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

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

got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them if they going straight pound for pound
I come up real quick before they start to clown
I besta pull out my strap and lay them busters

They got to my head
I think I'm going
I can't believe happened in my home town
If I had I would fly
Let me
I in the cut and I see my homey Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies cold
Now they droppin and
It's a tad bit
Nate and Warren G. had to regulate

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

Now Nate got the
And that's a fact
I got jacked I was on the same track
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 Dogg and the
Were in of something else
One of them dames was as hell
I said "ooh I like size"
She said "my car's down and you seem real nice,"
"would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's going real
The next stop is the east side

I'm
Onto a new level

Stept
I ya

On a new level
The is the base and the base is the treble


We


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