Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

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

Boy it's a loony where the is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few done up,
Some in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the than we boogie 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 nigga (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We care what we did,
Time was to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I don't give a f**k.
So if you're thinking about coming and to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than 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 going to get me, and I flee (? ).
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 door and pops to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my robbery and now I gotta do time.

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

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, 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 letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k should I fear? ".
I ran around the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A grown child laying the f**k down.

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

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

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