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 behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know 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 come up, but few 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 boogie 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 niggas used to to ride.
We didn't care we did,
was nothing 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 in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets the clock up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time 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 than you do 'cause he 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 with (? ).
She a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't to do what I done,
She "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and "damn, why you snitch? "
put me on punishment but that didn't 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 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",
Next day we were in the county blues.
I and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never f**k 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, a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd 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,
With the homies, no one could stop, knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit no more.
Do your wear nigga and in your front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k should I really ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
niggas if they come near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've 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 g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout to my nigga mr. warren g,
outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout to my niggas c, style and me.

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