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, 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'll let the world know that I can't be stopped
without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma on top
Like a with bomb ass cop

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

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

She gon' it, suck 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 back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still holdin' down

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

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 the fuck I call gangsta rap

I was the remedy 'til friends turned enemies
kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game roll 'em out
One man show, sell a motherfucker out

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

I kept you waitin', had to take you back to the basics
the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton on the
I got your main swallowin' my babies

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, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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