Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no
Put holes in niggas, pretty
Real shitty like a black Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs
Handed down the by that nigga Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great King Tee, twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no about that
lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) THAT!
I'm very when I shoot
straight out the roof of my Lexus
Ya blame Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the
Cos he's actin loonie
and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G Spoonie
The hoodrats do me
So if you've got'cha county cheque it to me

Now baby, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your
That on the mic str-8 gone

Huh, so I guess I earned the title
down for ten years, it's my fifth Lp
I'ma give this one to E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout some killers
car stealers, big drug dealers
ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they let shit die
You ask "Who the am I?"
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my night I fades em all
And I come thru ya hood like a ass G
Rip any fool calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have gun
I make it play, nigga, fuck you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
soft niggas outta service

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
Ain't fuckin with nothin but platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin blown
That on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on
That nigga on the mic gone

My whole lives illegal
Strapped the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky green
Hittin switches, on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf cos we live G's
Super-soft niggas enemies
I hit a lick on the for ten ki's
now everything I is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down a real nigga should
My spot in every nigga's hood
I waste time, I need to get what's mine
Forty four from behind
you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the
til my nigga Karl Phat's due

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
Ain't with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the
That nigga on the mic str-8
(repeat 4X)

And I'm