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, pretty
Real like a black Frank Nitty
I give to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by nigga Ice-T
No doubt players me
recognise the great King Tee, about grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about
lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get niggas off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) THAT!
I'm very precise I shoot
straight out the roof of my coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha group
but, naw, that 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 got'cha county cheque give it to me

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

Huh, so I guess I earned the 'OG'
Been down for ten years, it's my Lp
give this one to Easy E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these fools 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time dealers
ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You killin 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 like a ass G
Rip any fool calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, have gun play
I make it play, nigga, what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
soft niggas outta service

Now baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips
That nigga on the mic gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee the gangsta shit
Ain't with 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 bulletproof vest in the front and Regal
Smokin sticky green grass
Hittin switches, bumpin on from the past
We smoke cos we live like G's
Super-soft become enemies
I hit a lick on the for ten ki's
now everything I is on Deez
I'ma 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 four from behind
Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed ya spine
A partner of organised
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the
til my Karl Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
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