Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

(Uncle Dogg.)
Yo' whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a story?)
Alright, alright.
get my ash tray, get my lighter.
I'm a read ya'll a gangsta story.
here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
it out.

Great scotts, it's hot
He ran up out of bullets so I him in his chest
He fell to the with his hands in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on
So I ran up on this and I shot him in his neck
like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
Riding on nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to ain't no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can
You better a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my
Caught up in some traffic behind hood rat
strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a eatin on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't shit the little hit that
Sit back and go see, take a up with me
go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on niggas for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with 'em, 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this muthafucka
I had to show niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, and guns
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and
Have you ever a bitch to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a
To a muthafuckin' nine for heater
And put the ride down out of G two
You need a nigga me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for
I'm nigga who brought the afro back
And pat back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the back and the golf hat
The black sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight kidnaps and jacks
I brought to the game nigga
to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga
S-N O-P fa sho
I do my way cut throat on the downlow
Oh once upon a in the LBC
There lived a OG the DPG
And all the little looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, tried to do him
But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to
I don't know why but just so fly
But I gotta end this by saying goodnight