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 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 the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo thang,
('cause if we bang to the than 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?
Where all us niggas used to to ride.
We didn't care 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 thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I going to confess to this shit.
I than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
than 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 stop and frosty for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do I done,
She said: "playing football should be only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the door and pops to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry 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 gang sides,
I do my first and now I gotta do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, be smooth".
I and said "come on, let's 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 with that nigga again".
'fore I'm down 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,
smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
the shit out of niggas for guess, some 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 letting the slide no more.
Do wear nigga 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 fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k I really fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
Blasting if they come near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in hood with 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),
from long 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 see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. g,
outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

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