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 and you know it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

Run up on 'em these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your career one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it
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 Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

She touch it, suck 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 bring back and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still shit down

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 streets of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell 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 straps
That's what the I call gangsta rap

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

And I just fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that leaf
With a Mack 10 was born on Queens Street

Murder like I was born in Queensbridge
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 Hall of Fame, to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' locked

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)

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

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