Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right here is my time,
And dedicating this one to my resting in peace,
And my behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know I'm saying? (really doe)
So with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a loony the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few done up,
Some rest in peace, their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we to the bang).
I you the motherf**king .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a trip ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us niggas used to to ride.
We didn't what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were kids.
Times are now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't a f**k.
So if you're thinking coming and stepping to me,
this in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets speed the up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I going to confess to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's to get me, and I flee with (? ).
She puts a jacket on my and hands me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never f**k with that nigga again".
'fore I'm down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a o.g.
Original

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
Breaking niggas for showing, niggas better know me,
Because we ain't the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your door,
To let you know we can't no more.
revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the should I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if come near us,
(? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child niggas the f**k down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where niggas me).
Coming from the side...

You're f**king with the pound, oh please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
Shout to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

(nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a story.
You know what I'm saying? it's a g thang (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!