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 ya'll a gangsta bedtime story.
here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
it out.

Great scotts, it's hot
He ran up out of so I shot him in his chest
He to the floor with his hands in the air
His gettin blurry but you know I didn't care
Peck, peck, he to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin vet
Riding on this nigga my set
No to danger ain't no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can
You better have a up in town my nigga
please believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind hood rat
Grease you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak on a Kit Kat
And your bitch shit the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a up with me
go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on some for nuthin at all
Even if we with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this muthafucka
I had to show these niggas what it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and
We everything nigga, even dimes and doves
you ever slapped 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 like me to get your game that
nigga, you could get a smack for that
I'm that who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing
I brought the curl and the golf hat
The black sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight kidnaps and jacks
I brought snaps to the nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I'm big rap name nigga
S-N O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the
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 to him, police tried to do him
But do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel
And all hated on him because he was way to real
I don't know why but just so fly
But I gotta end this by saying goodnight