Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

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

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

Peck, peck, he to stay on deck
So I ran up on nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a Vietnam vet
on this nigga, disrepectin' my set

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

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

Sit back and go see, a trip up with me
go get a stick, nigga, 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 this muthafucka
I had to show these niggas what it was
We got thugs, cons, and guns
We're claiming everything, nigga, even and doves

Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your
Or yet, strapped a clip?
To a muthafuckin' millimeter for heater
And put the down 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 back and then I turn around and snatch your sack

Before I came out, 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 snaps to the game,
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 low

Oh, once upon a in the LBC
There lived a OG the DPG
And all the kids looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, tried to do him

But couldn't do nothing to him 'cause he's like stainless
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 story by saying