Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
West Coast nigga, ain't no pity
Put in niggas, real pretty
Real shitty like a Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs
Handed down the by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players me
the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's G shit, no doubt about that
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 when I shoot
straight out the roof of my Lexus
Ya wanna Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga Tela hit the loot
Cos actin real 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 with the gangsta
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 guess I earned the title
down for ten years, it's my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all these talkin 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time drug
Bitch ass keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they let shit die
You ask "Who the am I?"
call 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 hisself an MC
It's only one way, 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 King Tee with the gangsta
Ain't fuckin with but them platinum hits
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 fuckin with but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on
That nigga on the mic str-8

My whole lives illegal
Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back
that sticky green grass
Hittin switches, bumpin on from the past
We smoke cos we live like G's
Super-soft niggas become
I hit a lick on the East for ten
now everything I is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real should
My spot in every nigga's 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 but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
til my nigga Karl Phat's due

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

And I'm