Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

I'm a G, you see me
That be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

I'll let the whole world know that I be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm from the streets of Compton
nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat bomb ass cop

Run up on 'em like rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch and back, make it bounce, let it jump
I A is where I'm from

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, chronic 'til I pass out
weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad bitch from Beach
She a freak and she got a long reach

She touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's time to bring 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West niggaz still holdin' shit down

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

I'm back on the of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all the streets of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more
That's what the fuck I call rap

I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned
Streets kept me laced like dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game can't 'em out
One man show, still sell a out

no Dre, still sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody from the streets of Compton
We got niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, on faces

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she
I run through like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch my babies

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you blocked in
Glasshouse parked on the stock rims
New school, old school
Translation, pumps and twelve batteries

Hydraulics the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl down
Before she end up Superhead, givin' super head
Every nigga in the industry done fucked

And I just fuck her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or
the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was on Queens Street

Murder MC's like I was born in
That's how I show you pa niggaz what a is
And you don't wanna chess on a time clock
I'm in the of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the motherfuckin' world locked

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

Everybody know what the fuck is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath,
What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it this
One day I in the motherfuckin' house
And all my was gone