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 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 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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

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

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my Daz house
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 down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
time 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, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(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 the West Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school
Translation, pumps and twelve batteries

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

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

Murder MC's 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 world locked

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

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