Luyện nghe bài hát Still A 'g' Thang

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

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

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

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

like 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 what it like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump

Four DPG's crazy
And No Limit is the label that me
'round town layin' game down like Goldie
And I remember what my showed me

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

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

don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know, C know and P know, see
We make for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches, them R&B singers

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

I'm headed to the LB
Forget it, that's what tell me
Sell me everythang except bullshit
And when it's for the gunfight nigga pull quick

'Cause nothin' butter but us
And nigga you'll get wet up for with my cheddar
It's cold outside, grab ya sweater
And bad bitch you fuckin' with
she get ya set up

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

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

Boy, you done, put all ya trust in hoe
Didn't ya see happened to the President Niggaro?
Livin' in a tight house, big as the House
You fucked around and stuck ya
In that white bitch

What you 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty like the South
And to be real, I feel how I'm comin' out
on the hoe stroll, highway pimp patrol
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, let her off parole

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

Coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz
Count money like Basie police try to me
Niggas try to replace me but you
I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm blowin' dank

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

With Dogg 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 to Houston, Texas

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

And what, they want the
Nigga the biggest nuts
A nigga who give a fuck
See, like me, all we see is
Money, moves, and a bitch a week

And last but not least my BOZ
Much love from the N.O, my nigga, me, oh, yeah
And my little DAZ, forever, nigga
DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE [Incomprehensible]

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

Top dollar with the 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)
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