Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right 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 with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy a loony where the grass 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 bang to the boogie we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the .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 remember back on the side?
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were kids.
are different 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 about and stepping 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 know I did the crime, but I ain't going to to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And I'm just a juvenile 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 and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She me that I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

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

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
You'd me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one stop, nobody knew 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 know we can't 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 I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting if they come 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 in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying the f**k down.

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

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