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, real
Real shitty like a black Nitty
I give to the thugs price-free
Handed the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt like me
recognise the great King Tee, about grand a ki
Ah, that G shit, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I the rap
And get your off my back
and oh, GOD, ya wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!
I'm very precise I shoot
straight out the of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha group
but, naw, that Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin loonie
and I don't give a fuck I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The wanna do me
So if got'cha county cheque give it to me

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee the gangsta shit
fuckin with 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 I earned the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these talkin 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big drug dealers
ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You ain't shit and they gon' let shit die
You ask "Who the am I?"
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I em all
And I come thru ya hood a locc ass G
Rip any fool that calls an MC
It's one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, nigga, fuck you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
Puttin soft outta service

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

My whole crew illegal
Strapped with the bulletproof in the front and back Regal
Smokin sticky green grass
switches, bumpin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf cos we live G's
Super-soft become 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 like a real nigga
My dope spot in every nigga's
I don't waste time, I need to get mine
Forty shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed ya spine
A partner of crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it the truth
til my nigga Karl Phat's due

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

And I'm