Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

(Uncle Dogg.)
Yo' whassup, whassup.
(Could you us a bedtime 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, hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I him in his chest
He to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision blurry but you know I didn't care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his
Shooting like a vietnam vet
Riding on nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger ain't no shots
On the hood gettin hot, can drop
You better have a up in town my nigga
Cause believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out no get back
Wishing for a eatin on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't shit the homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up me
Let's go get a stick dip with me
We can ride on some niggas for at all
Even if we cool 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in muthafucka 'cause
I had to show niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, and guns
We claiming nigga, even dimes and doves
Have you ever slapped a to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a
To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for
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 for that
I'm that nigga who brought the afro
And pat your and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this raps
The one seven kidnaps and jacks
I snaps to the game nigga
Raps to the nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga
S-N O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the
Oh upon a time in the LBC
There lived a OG the DPG
And all the little looked up to him
All the women true to him, police tried to do him
But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's stainless 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 story by goodnight