Luyện nghe bài hát This D. J.

Intro/chorus: g

It's of easy when you're listening to the g-dub sound
Pioneer speakers bumpin as I on a pound
I got the fo yo' ass and it's easy to see
*singing* that this d.j. be g

Verse one: g

Can I get in where I fit in? sit in, (uh-huh)
Let me conversate yet regulate
Shake the with my knot, may fade
I don't like to dream about gettin paid
I played through the halls, of c-i-s
With snoop dogg's big brother, call him left
Rack em up em up stack em up against the gate
The homies tryin ta me but they cain't, wait
Damn, the street lights came on!
And my in the streets tellin me to come home
I hit the gate and I on my schwinn
And I the homies, "aight then," yeah

2x

Verse two: g

Verse two, (uh-huh), now the fuck I do?
Catch the bus to cal state, or chill with the crew
And a few ends on the side
Here comes a baby blue van, time to
So I hops in the van with my nigga
And baby poppa back then, that was my
We groovin to santa
And we plan-on, makin mount of money (hell yeah)
And what I did for extra
Was break niggaz work playin get like me
I was fourteen years old, a sack
Just a motherfucker eatin valupaks
Shootin dice in the corners of the schools
And I used to gangbang, but now a g thang
And I still know how to make those
You don't believe me, go ask the motherfucker

2x

o.g.l.b.

Yeah, dis out, this is I'm o.g.l.b.
I'm on my little o.g. warren g
And he just droppin this to let you bg's
What's happen, y'all got to
this is y'know a long beach thang
21st street, but this out
G go out there, yaknowhati'msayin?
And handle that shit yeah

2x

(hey greg, I hope you was tapin shit!)