Luyện nghe bài hát Still A G Thang

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

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

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

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

It's 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 look
My game trump especially when it bump like

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

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

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

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

She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' low
In a black rag
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
me everythang except some bullshit
And when it's time for the gunfight nigga quick

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

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

Top dollar with the gold flea
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 house, big as the White House
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
Back on the hoe stroll, pimp patrol
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, nigga let her off

Man nigga way cold his game
What's his muthafuckin' Who? Huh!
I'm the capital S, fuck with stress
N O P D O, muthafuckin' double G

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

So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or on some doe doe
Spread the word and take the fo'
The Last Don 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 through the
Through the Calio projects, to Queens
Chi-town woe now, the Dogg in the house

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

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

And what, they want the
Nigga with the biggest
A who don't give a fuck
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 know where I'm at? at me
Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a that's real
Y'all know what's happenin'
It's still a thang, it's a G thang

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

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

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