Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

Uncle Dogg, yo' whassup, whassup?
Could you read us a story? Alright, alright
Ya'll get my ash tray, get my
I'm a ya'll a gangsta bedtime story
here, sit on my lap, okay, check it out

Great scotts, it's hot
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his
He to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision gettin' blurry but you know, I didn't

Peck, peck, he tried to on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his
like a muthafuckin' Vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga, my set

No stranger to danger, ain't no shots
On the hood hot, anybody can drop
You have a spot up in town, my nigga
'Cause please believe it, it can go down, my

Caught up in some traffic some hood rat
Grease you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't shit, the homie hit that

Sit back and go see, take a up with me
Let's go get a stick, nigga, dip me
We can ride on some niggas for at all
Even if we cool 'em, fuck 'em, let's go get 'em

LBC in this 'cuz
I had to show these niggas what it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and
We're claiming everything, nigga, dimes and doves

Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your
Or better yet, strapped a
To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for
And put the ride out of G two seater

You a nigga like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you get a smack for that
I'm that nigga who brought the Afro
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch sack

Before I out, niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the hat
The black poker sack and this raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and

I brought to the game, nigga
Raps to the game, nigga, I'm that big rap name,
S N O P fa sho
I do my thang, way cut throat on the low

Oh, upon a time in the LBC
lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids up to him
All the women true to him, police 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 he's so fly
But I gotta end this by saying goodnight