Luyện nghe bài hát Still A 'g' Thang

Top dollar with the flea collar
in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue
(DPG)

Top with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

It's 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7
I once was that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and it look like?
My game trump tight especially it bump like

Four DPG's crazy
And No Limit is the label pays me
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like
And I what my momma showed me

me game recognize game
And stay true to what ya do and don't be
I got all my game her sometimes I have to wonder
How I from goin' under, I'm a bad muthafucka

I fall to my knees, God before I do my thang
I know why, I love to gang bang
See ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway
You can say what you say

Just get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know, C and P know, see loc'
We make music for the thugs and the
And the bitches, fuck them R&B

She want a with his khackies hangin' real low
In a rag Sixty-four
Hit it down the street, way
Bangin' that real nigga like Al Green

I'm straight to the LB
Forget it, that's what they me
Sell me everythang some bullshit
And it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick

'Cause ain't nothin' but us
And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' my cheddar
cold outside, nigga grab ya sweater
And that bad bitch you with
she get ya set up

Top dollar with the flea collar
in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

Boy, you done, put all ya in that hoe
Didn't ya see what happened to the President
in a tight house, big as the White House
You fucked around and ya dick
In white bitch mouth

What you talkin' Fool, I'm dirty like the South
And to be real, I that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll, highway pimp
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, let her off parole

Man nigga way cold with his
his muthafuckin' name? Who? Huh!
I'm the S, don't fuck with stress
N double O P D O, double G

Coldest entertainer, gangbanger Alphonz Capone
Count money like police try to chase me
try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm blowin' dank

So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or blowin' on doe doe
the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done up with the muthafuckin'
King of the with the most here's a toast

With Snoop is the representer
Through the niggas and G's the LBC's
Through the Calio projects, to Queens
woe now, the Dogg Pound in the house

Every time we touch down right next to my
D-town, St. Louie
Spokane, get ya money, man,
Little Rock, right next to Houston,

Home of Rap-A-Lot, we to jack a lot
Gimme ya got, let me get that up out ya, nigga
I got ya somethin' for the while it's hot
And got the bitches posted up in the lot

And guess what, they the
Nigga with the nuts
A nigga who give a fuck
See, niggas me, all we see is
Money, power moves, and a bitch a

And last but not least my BOZ
Much love from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh,
And my cousin DAZ, forever, nigga
This DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE

You know where I'm at? at me
Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a Dogg that's
Y'all niggas know what's
It's still a thang, still a G thang

Top dollar with the gold collar
in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)
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