Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West nigga, ain't no pity
Put holes in niggas, real
Real like a black Frank Nitty
I drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga
No doubt players me
recognise the great King Tee, about grand a ki
Ah, that's G shit, no doubt about that
Statutory is how I rape 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 Alkaholik
but, naw, that nigga Tela hit the loot
Cos he's actin loonie
and I don't a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats do me
So if you've got'cha county cheque it to me

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

Huh, so I I earned the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, my fifth Lp
give this one to Easy E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some
car stealers, big time dealers
Bitch ass niggas keep it real, lie
You ain't killin shit and they gon' let die
You ask "Who the am I?"
They call me Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all
And I thru ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any that calls hisself an MC
only one way, let's have gun play
I it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
I got a mad of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft niggas service

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

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

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

And I'm