Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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

I'll let the whole know that I can't be stopped
Even Doc, I'm still 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 like these rap niggaz, I gotta clap niggaz
End your career one line, like that, nigga
Hit the front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm

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

She gon' touch it, it, fuck it
Never down, especially when 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 holdin' 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)

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

I'm back on the of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more and more straps
That's what the I call gangsta rap

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

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

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

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why 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 cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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

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

And I might fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the of Compton
down Green Leaf, smokin' 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 what a king is
And you don't wanna chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' world

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why talkin'
(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 them

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