Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

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

Boy it's a loony where the is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, 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 remember on the east side?
Where all us niggas used to to ride.
We care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we just 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 in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass 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 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 to get me, and I flee with (? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you "
They put me on but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my robbery and now I gotta do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack 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 with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I 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.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear and kick in your front 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 through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k should I fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if come near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A grown child niggas the f**k down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from beach (the town by the sea where niggas know 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]
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout to my niggas c, style and me.

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