Luyện nghe bài hát Still A G Thang

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

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

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

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

like 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7
I was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya Where ya been and what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it like

Four DPG's gettin'
And No is the label that pays me
Ridin' 'round town game down like Goldie
And I remember what my showed me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coldest entertainer, since Alphonz Capone
money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to me but you can't
I'm in a tank, I'm blowin' hella dank

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

With Snoop Dogg is the
Through the niggas and G's through the
Through the Calio projects, Brooklyn to
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 summertime it's hot
And got the posted up in the parkin' lot

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

And last but not least my BOZ
Much from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh, yeah
And my little cousin DAZ, forever,
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 that's real
niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a thang, still a G thang

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

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

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