Luyện nghe bài hát Still A G Thang

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

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

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

Top with 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 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 Limit is the that pays me
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down Goldie
And I remember my momma showed me

Told me game game
And stay true to ya do and don't be ashamed
I got all my game her sometimes I have to wonder
How I keep goin' 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 life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch,
You can say you wanna say

Just 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, fuck R&B singers

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you talkin' 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 on ya, girl, nigga let her off parole

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

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

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

With Snoop is the representer
Through the and G's through the LBC's
Through the projects, Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now, the Pound in the house

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

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

And what, they want the
with the biggest nuts
A nigga who don't give a
See, niggas me, all we see is
Money, power moves, and a bitch a

And last but not my nigga BOZ
love from the N.O, my nigga, feel 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 that's real
Y'all niggas what's happenin'
It's still a thang, still a G thang

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

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

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