Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
stops, there's 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

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

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't clap niggaz
End career 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' the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad bitch from Long
She a freak and she got a long reach

She touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass
It's time to back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
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 shit and you it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

I'm back on the cover of The and the XXL
Floatin' all the streets of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and straps
That's what the fuck I call 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, still a motherfucker out

With no Dre, still sell the 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 gold to chrome Dayton's
Every your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes Walter Payton on the daily
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 and you know it
stops, there's 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 the West Coast Rakim, got you niggaz in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock
New school, old school
Translation, pumps and twelve batteries

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

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

Murder MC's like I was born in
That's how I 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' locked

I'm a G, you see me
That 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 streets of
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

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