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 a gangsta bedtime 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 floor with his in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on
So I ran up on this nigga and I him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin vet
Riding on nigga disrepectin my set
No to danger ain't no warning shots
On the gettin hot, anybody can drop
You better have a spot up in my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my
Caught up in some traffic some hood rat
strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up me
Let's go get a nigga dip with me
We can ride on some for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em go get 'em
LBC in muthafucka 'cause
I had to show these niggas time it was
We got thugs, cons, and guns
We claiming nigga, even dimes and doves
you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip
Or better yet, a clip
To a nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride out of G two seater
You need a like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a for that
I'm that who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I around and snatch your sack
Before I came out was wearing slack
I brought the back and the golf hat
The black poker and this skandelous raps
The one eight kidnaps and jacks
I brought to the game nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I'm 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
lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids up to him
All the women stayed to him, police tried to do him
But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like steel
And all they on him because he was way to real
I don't why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end this story by goodnight