Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

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

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

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

Check my styles, my files
I've gangbangin' since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it 100 proof

Everybody say, "Ay Snoop", did Row pay me?
Look here young loc, shit all to the gravy
I can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in peace and God all my enemies

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

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

Dippin' through the woods Fiend, Magic, Pokey
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 they had the 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, say?
Oh, the might get me? They'll get you
Listen here, don't try it, and don't it
And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm

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

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm on
give the Dogg a home
With a of pitbulls
and doberman pinschers, bonafide killers

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

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

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

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

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