Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

Y'all miss me
Yeah, gone miss me
Never miss what you had 'til gone
Yeah, y'all miss me
gone miss me
Yeah, y'all gone me

Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta
Befo' you was even ready for it?
Showed you how to tie a flag on head
And represent motherfuckin' set 'til you're dead

Bust on the cops I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the gettin' head
Put the G in the P, the G to a ki
Put the West Coast back on the map

Check my styles, check my
been gangbangin' since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole
Keep it 100 proof

say, "Ay Snoop", did Death Row pay me?
Look young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my

Raindrops, fallin' on my
with them haters, messin' with my bread
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my
with them haters, sleepin' in my bed

Ain't no limit to this shit, ain't no
P good lookin' out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant
I'm in it knee and can't creep no more
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' doe

Dippin' through the woods with Fiend, Magic,
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P
Windows on tint, ridin' like the
evident, shit I'm doin' good

I out the hood like I should
And then had the nerve to call me Hollywood
But I give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip slip, yeah, it's all to the good

Yeah, the homies got twist too, whatchu
Oh, the homies might get me? get you
here, don't try it, and don't deny it
And don't pay 'em no Dogg, man I'm tryin'

Raindrops, fallin' on my
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my
I'm 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Messin' with my baby, who's in my bed

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm on
Knick-knack-paddy-wack the Dogg a home
With a gang of
Rottweilers and doberman pinschers, killers

The illest, cap peelers, that you ever meet
Straight up out the ghetto they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas
I'm drivin' Dogg-House to the level

And two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, a rebel
Turn up the treble 'cause I hit you the bass
Remember my name and my face

Remember words, and remember the taste
And remember, we all gotta this place
I'm tryin' to focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, Mr. G

Raindrops, fallin' on my
Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' my spread
I'm 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Messin' my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed

Y'all gone me
Y'all miss me
Y'all miss me
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