Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do 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 know what I'm (really doe)
So drip with me as I go memory lane.

Boy it's a loony where the is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with khakis heavy squeezed.
But a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we to the boogie 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 nigga ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We care what we did,
was nothing to us we were just 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,
Keep in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets the clock up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to shit.
I than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do he gets experienced,
And I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My going to get me, and I flee with (? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and frosty for a couple snowcones.
She telling me I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be your fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you "
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 and now I gotta do time.

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

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, a gangster 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 the trigger, committing robberies,
the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas know me,
Because we ain't the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the should I really fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static mack,
A grown laying niggas the f**k down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming long beach (the town by the sea where 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,
outs to my niggas c, style and me.

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