Luyện nghe bài hát This D. J.

Intro/chorus: g

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

Verse one: g

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

2x

Verse two: g

two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do?
Catch the bus to cal state, or with the voltron crew
And make a few ends on the
Here comes a baby blue van, to ride
So I hops in the van with my nigga
And baby back then, that was my click
We groovin to santa
And we plan-on, makin hellafied of money (hell yeah)
And what I did for fees
Was break niggaz work playin get like me
I was fourteen old, havin a sack
Just a young motherfucker valupaks
Shootin dice in the corners of the public
And I used to gangbang, but now it's a g
And I still know how to those ends
You believe me, go ask the twinz motherfucker

2x

o.g.l.b.

Yeah, dis out, this is I'm o.g.l.b.
Knowhati'msayin? I'm on my little o.g. g
And he just this to let you bg's know
What's happen, got to recognize
Cause this is y'know a beach thang
21st street, but check out
G gonna go out there,
And handle that y'now? yeah

2x

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