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
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

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

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

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

She gon' touch it, suck it, it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's time to bring back and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz holdin' shit down

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, 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

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

I was the remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a 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 from to chrome Dayton's
time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch my babies

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

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

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

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

MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa 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
must be why you're 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 of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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