Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

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

Hmm, who that that brought you that gangsta shit
Befo' you motherfuckers was ready for it?
you how to tie a flag on your head
And your motherfuckin' set 'til you're dead

Bust on the cops while I cuss the
a joint, in the bathtub gettin' head
Put the G in the P, the G to a ki
Put the West back on the map baby

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

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

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

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

Dippin' the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P
on tint, ridin' like the President
It's evident, I'm doin' good

I out the hood like I should
And then they had the nerve to call me
But I don't give a fuck, if I'm
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 pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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