Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Dedicated to the up
West Coast nigga, ain't no pity
Put holes in niggas, pretty
shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the price-free
Handed down the game by that Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great King Tee, about twenty a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no about that
Statutory is how I rape the rap
And get your off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) THAT!
I'm very precise when I
straight out the roof of my coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha group
but, naw, nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's real loonie
and I give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The wanna do me
So if you've got'cha county cheque it to me

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

Huh, so I guess I earned the title
Been for ten years, it's my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout some killers
car stealers, big time drug
ass niggas keep 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 ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any fool that calls an MC
It's only one way, let's gun play
I it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
I got a mad of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft niggas service

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips
nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on
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 cos we live like G's
Super-soft niggas become
I hit a on the East for ten ki's
now I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga
My spot in every nigga's hood
I don't time, I need to get what's mine
Forty four shells behind
Leave you in the blind, paralysed from ya spine
A partner of crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya hear it from the truth
til my nigga Karl respect due

Now baby, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the
That on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm