Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

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

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

on the cops while 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 back on the map baby

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

say, "Ay Snoop", did Death Row pay me?
Look young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a
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 them haters, in my bed

Ain't no limit to shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good lookin' out homeboy, salute my
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no
I had to move down 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' the President
It's evident, shit I'm good

I out the hood like I should
And then they had the nerve to me Hollywood
But I give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah, all to the good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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