Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, no pity
Put holes in niggas, real
Real shitty like a black Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs
Handed down the game by that Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great King Tee, twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt 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 precise when I shoot
straight out the roof of my coupe
Ya wanna Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real
and I don't give a fuck 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, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to dome
nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Huh, so I I earned the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, it's my Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some
car stealers, big time drug
Bitch ass niggas it real, don't lie
You ain't killin and they gon' let shit die
You ask "Who the am I?"
They me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 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 it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
I got a mad of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft outta service

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

My crew lives illegal
with 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 East for ten
now everything I is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I put it down like a real nigga should
My dope spot in nigga's hood
I don't time, I need to get what's mine
Forty four shells from
you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A of organised crime
Ya it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
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 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm