Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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 streets of Compton
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 from the streets of Compton
nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with ass cop

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

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic I pass out
Holdin' at my nigga Daz house
He always got a bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known and she got a long reach

She gon' touch it, suck it, it
Never back down, especially when Al in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass
It's to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz holdin' 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
Roll out the '64,
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, beef and more straps
That's what the fuck I call rap

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

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

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you to the basics
Switch the Impala from to chrome Dayton's
Every time your bitch 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 must be why talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

And I might fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of
Rollin' down Green Leaf, on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was on Queens Street

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

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

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

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