Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why 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'll let the whole world know that I be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I it and I'ma stay on top
Like a with bomb ass cop

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

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

She gon' touch it, it, fuck it
Never back down, especially Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the and turn that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the
West Coast niggaz still shit down

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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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

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

With no Dre, still sell the out
'Cause everybody here from the streets of
We got Crip niggaz, 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 Dayton's
Every your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run hoes like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your bitch swallowin' my babies

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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you niggaz in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the rims
New school, old school
Translation, fours pumps and batteries

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

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

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

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
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

Everybody wanna what the fuck is goin' on
Am I to Aftermath, Interscope?
What's up with Geffen? I'ma say it like this
One day I walked in the house
And all my shit was