Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

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

Boy it's a 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 their khakis squeezed.
But it's a side thang, a hoo ride 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 ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the east
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't what 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 in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I going to confess to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And besides I'm just a 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 and hands 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 only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter 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 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 robbery and now I gotta do time.

My told 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 them fools",
Next day we draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never f**k with that nigga again".
I'm locked down 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 for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas know me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit no more.
Do your wear and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask "who the f**k should I really fear? ".
I ran around the best killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in your with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the 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 with the pound, oh please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... 5 times]
Shout to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my nigga o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

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