Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

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

Hmm, who nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
Befo' you motherfuckers was even for it?
you how to tie a flag on your head
And represent your motherfuckin' set 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 on the map baby

my styles, check my files
I've been gangbangin' 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 here young loc, it's all to the gravy
I really can't off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in and God bless all my enemies

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

Ain't no to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good lookin' out homeboy, my Lieutenant
I'm in it knee deep and creep no more
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
on tint, ridin' like the President
It's evident, shit I'm good

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

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

Raindrops, on my head
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
Rottweilers and doberman pinschers, killers

The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna
up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
I got my on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm drivin' to the next level

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

Remember these words, and 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, fallin' on my
Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' my spread
I'm talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my
Messin' with my baby, sleepin' in my bed

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