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, hot today
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 didn't
Peck, peck, he to stay on deck
So I ran up on nigga and I shot him in his neck
like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
Riding on this disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, can drop
You better a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my
up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak on a Kit Kat
And your ain't shit 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
if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this muthafucka
I had to show niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and
Have you slapped a bitch to mack your grip
Or yet, strapped a clip
To a nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride out of G two seater
You need a nigga like me to get your like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for
I'm that who brought the afro back
And pat back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing
I brought the back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this raps
The one eight seven and jacks
I brought 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 once a time in the LBC
There 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 to him cause he's like stainless steel
And all they hated on him he was way to real
I don't know why but just so fly
But I end this story by saying goodnight