Luyện nghe bài hát 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 with the gold flea
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

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

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

Four gettin' crazy
And No Limit is the label pays me
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down Goldie
And I remember my momma showed me

me game recognize game
And stay true to what ya do and 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 don't know why, I to gang bang
See life 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 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 down the street, way
that real shit nigga like Al Green

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

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

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

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

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

you talkin' 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty like the South
And to be real, I that's 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 stress
N double O P D O, muthafuckin' G

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

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

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

Every time we touch down right to my hometown
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 what ya got, let me get up out ya, nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while hot
And got the bitches posted up in the lot

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

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

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

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

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

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