Luyện nghe bài hát Still A G Thang

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

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

Top dollar the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue
(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 been? Where ya been and what it like?
My game trump tight especially when it like

DPG's gettin' crazy
And No Limit is the that pays me
Ridin' town layin' game down like Goldie
And I remember what my momma me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Capone
Count money Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you
I'm in a tank, I'm blowin' hella 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'
of the coast 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
Chi-town woe now, the Pound in the house

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

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

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

And but not least my nigga 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 I'm at? Holla at me
Get at me holla at me nigga at a Dogg that's real
Y'all niggas know what's
It's still a thang, still a G thang

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

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

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