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
Real shitty like a black Frank
I give to the thugs price-free
Handed down the by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players me
recognise the great King Tee, twenty grand a ki
Ah, that G shit, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I the rap
And get your niggas off my
and oh, GOD, ya wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!
I'm precise when I shoot
out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik
but, naw, nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos actin real loonie
and I don't give a 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, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your
nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Huh, so I I earned the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, my fifth Lp
I'ma this one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they killers
car stealers, big time drug
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 and on my worst night I fades em all
And I come thru ya 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 niggas outta service

Now baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with 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 but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, on chrome
That nigga on the mic gone

My whole crew lives
Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and Regal
Smokin sticky green grass
Hittin switches, bumpin on from the past
We leaf cos we live like G's
niggas become 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 in every nigga's hood
I don't time, I need to get what's 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 hear it from the truth
til my Karl Phat's respect 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