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)

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

I'll let the whole world know that I 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 clap niggaz
End your with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it
Killaforn I A is where I'm

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

She gon' touch it, it, fuck it
back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass
It's time to bring '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 cruise of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and 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, beef and more straps
what the fuck I call gangsta rap

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

With no Dre, still sell the out
'Cause everybody here from the of Compton
We got niggaz, Blood 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 gold to chrome Dayton's
Every your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton on the
I got your main bitch 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
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 niggaz

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

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

And I just fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the of Compton
Rollin' down Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was 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 chess 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
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 cruise streets of
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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