Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

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

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

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

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

My whole lives illegal
Strapped with the vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky green
Hittin switches, bumpin on from the past
We leaf cos we live like G's
Super-soft become enemies
I hit a on the East for ten ki's
now I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a nigga should
My dope spot in nigga's hood
I don't waste time, I to get what's mine
Forty four shells from
you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta it from the truth
til my nigga Karl Phat's due

Now baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the
That nigga on the mic gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm