Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, no pity
Put in niggas, real pretty
shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I give 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 that G shit, no doubt about
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 when I
out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik
but, naw, that nigga Tela hit the loot
Cos he's actin loonie
and I give a fuck cause 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
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 guess I earned the title
Been down for ten years, my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin they some killers
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 call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I em all
And I come ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any that calls hisself 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, it's King Tee the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips
That on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
And the two dog groan, on chrome
nigga on the mic str-8 gone

My whole crew illegal
with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin sticky green grass
Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts the past
We smoke leaf cos we like G's
Super-soft become enemies
I hit a lick on the East for ten
now I drive is on Deez
make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should
My spot in every nigga's hood
I don't waste time, I to get what's mine
Forty shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, paralysed from ya spine
A partner of organised
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the
til my nigga Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with 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